Will there really be a morning?
Is there such a thing as day?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?
Has it feet like water lilies?
Has it feathers like a bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I ’ve never...
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A Fair little girl sat under a tree Such a number of rooks came over her head, |
Warm, wild, rainy wind, blowing fitfully, All along the swamp-edge in the rain I go;... |
Let Taylor preach, upon a morning breezy, What if the lark does carol in the sky, |