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Then let winged Fancy wander Through the thought still spread beyond her Open wide the mind's cage-door She'll dart forth and cloud-ward soar....
Fancy, high-commision'd-send her! She has vassals to attend her She will bring, in spite of frost Beauties that the earth hath lost.
She will bring thee, all together All delights of summer weather All the buds and bells of May From dewy sward or thorny spray.
All the heaped Autumn's wealth With a still, mysterious stealth She will mix these pleasures up Like three fit wines in a cup. |
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