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And he    he followed close behind; I felt his silver heel Upon my ankle,    then my shoes Would overflow with pearl. Until we met the solid town, No man he seemed to know; And bowing with a mighty look At me, the sea withdrew. AND HE HE FOLLOWED CLOSE BEHIND I FELT HIS SILVER HEEL UPON MY ANKLE THAN MY SHOES WOULD OVERFLOW WITH PEARL UNTIL WE MET THE SOLID TOWN NO MAN HE SEEMED TO KNOW AND BOWING WITH A MIGHTY LOOK AT ME THE SEA WITHDREW
suspecting trees Brought out their burrs and mosses His fantasy to please. He scanned their trinkets, curious, He grasped, he bore away. What will the solemn hemlock, What will the fir-tree say? XVIII. TWO VOYAGERS. Two butterflies went out at noon And waltzed above a stream, Then stepped straight through the firmament And rested on a beam; And then together bore away Upon a shining sea, -- Though never yet, in any port, Their coming mentioned be. If spoken by the distant bird, If met in ether sea By frigate or by merchantman, Report was not to me. XIX. BY THE SEA. I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me, And frigates in the upper floor Extended hempen hands, Presuming me to be a mouse Aground, upon the sands. But no man moved me till the tide Went past my simple shoe, And past my apron and my belt, And past my bodice too, And made as he would eat me up As wholly as a dew Upon a dandelion's sleeve -- And then I started too.  THE TRUSTING WOODS THE UNSUSPECTING TREES BROUGHT OUT THEIR BURRS AND MOSSES HIS FANTASY TO PLEASE HE SCANNED THEIR TRINKETS CURIOUS HE GRASPED HE BORE AWAY WHAT WILL THE SOLEMN HEMLOCK WHAT WILL THE FIR TREE SAY EIGHTEEN TWO VOYAGERS TWO BUTTERFLIES WENT OUT AT NOON AND WALTZED ABOVE A STREAM THEN STEPPED STRAIGHT THROUGH THE FIRMAMENT AND RESTED ON A BEAM AND THEN TOGETHER BORE AWAY UPON A SHINING SEA THOUGH NEVER YET IN ANY PORT THEIR COMING MENTIONED BE IF SPOKEN BY THE DISTANT BIRD IF MET IN ETHER SEA BY FRIGATE OR BY MERCHANTMEN REPORT WAS NOT TO ME NINETEEN BY THE SEA I STARTED EARLY TOOK MY DOG AND VISITED THE SEA THE MERMAIDS IN THE BASEMENT CAME OUT TO LOOK AT ME AND FRIGATES IN THE UPPER FLOOR EXTENDED HEMP IN HANDS PRESUMING ME TO BE A MOUSE AGROUND UPON THE SANDS BUT NO MAN MOVED ME TILL THE TIDE WENT PAST MY SIMPLE SHOE AND PASSED MY APRON AND MY BELT AND PAST MY BODICE TOO AND MADE AS HE WOULD EAT ME UP AS WHOLLY AS A DEW UPON A DANDELION'S SLEEVE AND THEN I STARTED TOO
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