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25 Away we go  and what care we For treasons, tumults, and for wars? We are as calm in our delight As is the crescent moon so bright Among the scattered stars. AWAY WE GO AND WHAT CARE WE FOR TREASON'S TUMULTS AND FOR WARS WE ARE AS CALM IN OUR DELIGHT AS IS THE CRESCENT MOON SO BRIGHT AMONG THE SCATTERED STARS
able circumstances.--I. F.] Classed by Wordsworth among his "Poems of the Imagination."--ED. PROLOGUE There's something in a flying horse, There's something [1] in a huge balloon; But through the clouds I'll never float Until I have a little Boat, Shaped like [2] the crescent-moon. 5 And now I _have_ a little Boat, In shape a very crescent-moon: Fast through the clouds my boat can sail; But if perchance your faith should fail, Look up--and you shall see me soon! 10 The woods, my Friends, are round you roaring, Rocking and roaring like a sea; The noise of danger's in [3] your ears, And ye have all a thousand fears Both for my little Boat and me! 15 Meanwhile untroubled I admire [4] The pointed horns of my canoe; And, did not pity touch my breast, To see how ye are all distrest, Till my ribs ached, I'd laugh at you! 20 Away we go, my Boat and I-- Frail man ne'er sate in such another; Whether among the winds we strive, Or deep into the clouds [5] we dive, Each is contented with the other. E MANY IMPORTANT WORKS IN WHICH YOU ARE ENGAGED AND WITH HIGH RESPECT MOST FAITHFULLY YOURS WILLIAM WORDSWORTH RIDAL MOUNT APRIL SEVENTH EIGHTEEN NINETEEN PROLOGUE THERE'S SOMETHING IN A FLYING HORSE THERE'S SOMETHING IN A HUGE BALLOON BUT THROUGH THE CLOUDS I'LL NEVER FLOAT UNTIL I HAVE A LITTLE BOAT SHAPED LIKE THE CRESCENT MOON AND NOW I HAVE A LITTLE BOAT IN SHAPE A VERY CRESCENT MOON FAST THROUGH THE CLOUDS MY BOAT CAN SAIL BUT IF PERCHANCE YOUR FAITH SHOULD FAIL LOOK UP AND YOU SHALL SEE ME SOON THE WOODS MY FRIENDS ARE ROUND YOU ROARING ROCKING AND ROARING LIKE A SEA THE NOISE OF DANGERS IN YOUR EARS AND YE HAVE ALL A THOUSAND FEARS BOTH FOR MY LITTLE BOAT AND ME MEANWHILE UNTROUBLED I ADMIRE THE POINTED HORNS OF MY CANOE AND DID NOT PITY TOUCH MY BREAST TO SEE HOW YE ALL ARE DISTRESSED TILL MY RIBS ACHED I'D LAUGH AT YOU AWAY WE GO MY BOAT AND I FRAIL MAN NE'ER SAT IN SUCH ANOTHER WHETHER AMONG THE WINDS WE STRIVE OR DEEP INTO THE CLOUDS WE DIVE EACH IS CONTENTED WITH THE OTHER
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