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See the rings pursue each other; All below grows black as night, Just as if mother Had blown out the light! SEE THEIR RINGS PURSUE EACH OTHER ALL BELOW GROWS BLACK AS NIGHT JUST AS IF MOTHER HAD BLOWN UP THE LIGHT
. [Illustration] [Illustration] THE SWING How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do! Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees and cattle and all Over the countryside-- Till I look down on the garden green, Down on the roof so brown-- Up in the air I go flying again, Up in the air and down! [Illustration] TIME TO RISE A birdie with a yellow bill Hopped upon the window sill, Cocked his shining eye and said: "Ain't you 'shamed, you sleepy-head!" [Illustration] LOOKING-GLASS RIVER Smooth it glides upon its travel, Here a wimple, there a gleam-- O the clean gravel! O the smooth stream! Sailing blossoms, silver fishes, Paven pools as clear as air-- How a child wishes To live down there! We can see our coloured faces Floating on the shaken pool Down in cool places, Dim and very cool; Till a wind or water wrinkle, Dipping marten, plumping trout, Spreads in a twinkle And blots all out.  TO SLEEP TO BE OUT OF HER WAY AND FLOWER AND CHILDREN CLOSE THEIR EYES TILL IN THE MORNING THE SUN SHALL RIDE THUS WAVING HOW DO YOU LIKE TO GO OPEN A SWING UP IN THE AIR SO BLUE OH I DO THINK IT IS THE PLEASANTEST THING EVER A CHILD CAN DO UP THERE AND OVER THE WALL TILL I CAN SEE SO WIDE RIVERS AND TREES AND CATTLE AND ALL OVER THE COUNTRY SIDE TILL I LOOK DOWN ON THE GARDEN GREEN DOWN THE ROOFS OR BROWN UP IN THE ERIG I GO FLYING UP IN THE AIR AND DOWN TIME A BIRDIE WITH A YELLOW BILL HOPPED UPON THE WINDOW SILL COCKED HIS SHINING EYE AND SAID AIN'T YOU SHAMED YOU SLEEPY HEAD LOOKING GLASS RIVER SMOOTH IT GLIDES UPON ITS TRAVEL HERE A WIMPLE THERE A GLEAM O THE CLEAN GRAVEL O THE SMOOTH STREAM FAILING BLOSSOMS SILVER FISHES A PAVEMENT POOLS AS CLEAR AS AIR HOW CHILD WISHES TO LIVE DOWN THERE WE CAN SEE OUR COLOURED FACES FLOATING ON THE SHAKEN POOL DOWN IN COOL PLACES DIM AND VERY COOL TILL A WIND OR WATER WRINKLE DIPPING MARTIN PLUMPING TROUT SPREADS IN A TWINKLE AND BLOTS ALL OUT
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