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Oh, what a joy to clamber there, Oh, what a place for play, With the sweet, the dim, the dusty air, The happy hills of hay! O WHAT A JOY TO CLAMBER THERE O WHAT A PIT PLACE FOR PLAY WITH THE DIM THE DUSTY AIR THE HAPPY HILLS OF
nge, sets again. Before the stars have left the skies, At morning in the dark I rise; And shivering in my nakedness, By the cold candle, bathe and dress. Close by the jolly fire I sit To warm my frozen bones a bit; Or with a reindeer-sled, explore The colder countries round the door. When to go out, my nurse doth wrap Me in my comforter and cap; The cold wind burns my face, and blows Its frosty pepper up my nose. Black are my steps on silver sod; Thick blows my frosty breath abroad; And tree and house, and hill and lake, Are frosted like a wedding-cake. [Illustration] [Illustration] THE HAYLOFT Through all the pleasant meadow-side The grass grew shoulder-high, Till the shining scythes went far and wide And cut it down to dry. Those green and sweetly smelling crops They led in waggons home; And they piled them here in mountain tops For mountaineers to roam. Here is Mount Clear, Mount Rusty-Nail, Mount Eagle and Mount High;-- The mice that in these mountains dwell, No happier are than I!  SLEEPY HEAD BLINKS BUT AN HOUR OR TWO AND THEN A BLOOD RED ORANGE SETS AGAIN BEFORE THE STARS HAVE LEFT THE SKIES AT MORNING IN THE DARK I RISE AND SHRIVEN IN MY NAKEDNESS BY THE COLD CANDLE BATHE UNDRESS CLOSE BY THE JOLLY FIRE I SIT TO WARM MY FROZEN BONES A BIT OR WITH A REINDEER SLED EXPLORE THE COLDER COUNTRIES ROUND THE DOOR WHEN TO GO OUT MY NURSE THOUGH WRAPPED ME IN MY COMFORTER AND CAP THE COLD WIND BURNED MY FAITH AND BLOWS ITS FROSTY PEPPER UP MY NOSE BLACKER ARE MY STEPS ON SILVER SOD THICK BLOWS MY FROSTY THREAT ABROAD AND TREE AND HOUSE AND HILL AND LAKE ARE FROSTED LIKE A WE WEDDING CAKE THE HAY LOST THROUGH ALL THE PLEASANT MEADOW SIDE THE GRASS GREW SHOULDER HIGH TILL THE SHINING THIEF WENT FAR AND WIDE AND CUT IT DOWN TO DRY THOSE GREEN AND SWEETLY SMELLING CROPS THEY LED IN WAGONS HOME AND THEY PILED THEM HERE IN MOUNTAIN TOPS FOR MOUNTAINEERS TO ROME HERE IS MOUNT CLEAR MOUNT RUSKY NAIL WON'T EAGLE ENLD HIGH THE MICE THAT IN THESE MOUNTAINS DWELT NO HAPPIER THAN I
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