And ponds that twinkled, and dried up.

THE JOURNEY

I counted meadows, that were burnt;

And there were trees,—and then there weren't!

We crossed the bridges with a roar,

Then hummed, the way we went before.

And tunnels made it dark and light

Like open-work of day and night.

Until I saw the chimneys rise,

And lights and lights and lights, like eyes.

And when they took me through the door,

I heard It all begin to roar.—

I thought—as far as I could see—

That everybody wanted Me!

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Pigeons Out Walking

hey never seem to hurry,—no,

Even for the crowd.

They dip, and coo, and move as slow,

All so soft and proud!

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