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Whose are the beds, the tiny beds So thick upon the plain?" "'T is daisy in the shortest; A little farther on, Nearest the door to wake the first, Little leontodon. WHOSE ARE THE BEDS THE TINY BEDS SO THICK UPON THE PLAIN TIS DAISY IN THE SHORTEST A LITTLE FARTHER ON NEAREST THE DOOR TO WAKE THE FIRST LITTLE LEONIDADON
ndent hues, A little weather-worn, Inspiriting habiliments Of indigo and brown. With specimens of song, As if for you to choose, Discretion in the interval, With gay delays he goes To some superior tree Without a single leaf, And shouts for joy to nobody But his seraphic self! IX. APRIL. An altered look about the hills; A Tyrian light the village fills; A wider sunrise in the dawn; A deeper twilight on the lawn; A print of a vermilion foot; A purple finger on the slope; A flippant fly upon the pane; A spider at his trade again; An added strut in chanticleer; A flower expected everywhere; An axe shrill singing in the woods; Fern-odors on untravelled roads, -- All this, and more I cannot tell, A furtive look you know as well, And Nicodemus' mystery Receives its annual reply. X. THE SLEEPING FLOWERS. "Whose are the little beds," I asked, "Which in the valleys lie?" Some shook their heads, and others smiled, And no one made reply. "Perhaps they did not hear," I said; "I will inquire again.  SUDDENNESS OF FELLOW IN THE SKIES OF INDEPENDENT HUES A LITTLE WEATHER WORN INSPIRITING HABILIMENTS OF INDIGO AND BROWN WITH SPECIMENS OF SONG AS IF FOR YOU TO CHOOSE DISCRETION IN THE INTERVAL WITH GAY DELAYS HE GOES TO SOME SUPERIOR TREE WITHOUT A SINGLE LEAF AND SHOUTS FOR JOY TO NOBODY BUT HIS SERAPHIC SELF NINE APRIL AN ALTERED LOOK ABOUT THE HILLS A TYRIAN LIGHT THE VILLAGE FILLS A WIDER SUNRISE IN THE DAWN A DEEPER TWILIGHT ON THE LAWN A PRINT OF A VERMILION FOOT A PURPLE FINGER ON THE SLOPE A FLIPPANT FLY UPON THE PANE A SPIDER AT HIS TRADE AGAIN AN ADDED STRUT IN CHANTICLEER A FLOWER EXPECTED EVERYWHERE AN AXE SHRILL SINGING IN THE WOODS FERN ODORS ON UNTRAVELLED ROADS ALL THIS AND MORE I CANNOT TELL A FURTIVE LOOK YOU KNOW AS WELL AND NICODEMUS MYSTERY RECEIVES ITS ANNUAL REPLY TEN THE SLEEPING FLOWERS WHOSE ARE THE LITTLE BEDS I ASKED WHICH IN THE VALLEYS LIE SOME SHOOK THEIR HEADS AND OTHERS SMILED AND NO ONE MADE REPLY PERHAPS THEY DID NOT HEAR I SAID I WILL INQUIRE AGAIN
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