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Little Girl

FROM out the calendar of time

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Grant me one glorious day.

And let me follow singing streams,

So cool with tossing spray.

And riot in their pebbled beds

Where willows bend and swirl

Their giddy heads, as once they did

When I was, “little girl.”

And let me feel again the clutch

One gets down in the throat

From long admiring, silent things

Faint sounds and clouds afloat.

Let afternoon slip languidly,

Tree branches bend and twirl

Adoringly: as once they did

When I was “little girl.”

Give me one riotous unbound day

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