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XXII. THE SEA. An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land. XXIII. IN THE GARDEN. A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew From a convenient grass, And then hopped sidewise to the wall To let a beetle pass. TWENTY TWO THE SEA AND EVERYWHERE OF SILVER WITH ROPES OF SAND TO KEEP IT FROM EFFACING THE TRACK CALLED LAND TWENTY THREE IN THE GARDEN A BIRD CAME DOWN THE WALK HE DID NOT KNOW I SAW HE BIT AN ANGLEWORM IN HALVES AND ATE THE FELLOW RAW AND THEN HE DRANK A DEW FROM A CONVENIENT GRASS AND THEN HOPPED SIDEWAYS TO THE WALL TO LET A BEETLE PASS
took the butterfly Aforetime in my hat, He sits erect in cabinets, The clover-bells forgot. What once was heaven, is zenith now. Where I proposed to go When time's brief masquerade was done, Is mapped, and charted too! What if the poles should frisk about And stand upon their heads! I hope I 'm ready for the worst, Whatever prank betides! Perhaps the kingdom of Heaven 's changed! I hope the children there Won't be new-fashioned when I come, And laugh at me, and stare! I hope the father in the skies Will lift his little girl, -- Old-fashioned, naughty, everything, -- Over the stile of pearl! XXI. A TEMPEST. An awful tempest mashed the air, The clouds were gaunt and few; A black, as of a spectre's cloak, Hid heaven and earth from view. The creatures chuckled on the roofs And whistled in the air, And shook their fists and gnashed their teeth. And swung their frenzied hair. The morning lit, the birds arose; The monster's faded eyes Turned slowly to his native coast, And peace was Paradise! AND HAS HER IN A CLASS WHEREAS I TOOK THE BUTTERFLY AFORETIME IN MY HAT HE SITS ERECT IN CABINETS THE CLOVER BELLS FORGOT WHAT ONCE WAS HEAVEN IS ZENITH NOW WHERE I PROPOSED TO GO WHEN TIME'S BRIEF MASQUERADE WAS DONE IS MAPPED AND CHARTERED TOO WHAT IF THE POLES SHOULD FRISK ABOUT AND STAND UPON THEIR HEADS I HOPE I'M READY FOR THE WORST WHATEVER PRANK BETIDES PERHAPS THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN'S CHANGED I HOPE THE CHILDREN THERE WON'T BE NEW FASHIONED WHEN I COME AND LAUGH AT ME AND STARE I HOPE THE FATHER IN THE SKIES WILL LIFT HIS LITTLE GIRL OLD FASHIONED NAUGHTY EVERYTHING OVER THE STYLE OF PEARL TWENTY ONE A TEMPEST AN AWFUL TEMPEST MASHED THE AIR THE CLOUDS WERE GAUNT AND FEW A BLACK AS OF A SPECTRE'S CLOAK HID HEAVEN AND EARTH FROM VIEW THE CREATURES CHUCKLED ON THE ROOFS AND WHISTLED IN THE AIR AND SHOOK THEIR FISTS AND GNASHED THEIR TEETH AND SWUNG THEIR FRENZIED HAIR THE MORNING LIT THE BIRDS AROSE THE MONSTER'S FADED EYES TURNED SLOWLY TO HIS NATIVE COAST AND PEACE WAS PARADISE
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