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While with a fitful fanning, The lazy wind mill swings, About the bloomy peaches A robin redbreast sings. And in the far horizon There dwells such tender hue, These azure cornflower blossoms Are not so sweet and blue. WHILE WITH A FITFUL FANNING THE LAZY WINDMILL SWINGS ABOUT THE BLOOMY PEACH AS A ROBIN REDBREAST SINGS AND IN THE FAR HORIZON THERE DWELLS SUCH TENDER HUE THESE AZURE CORNFLOWER BLOSSOMS ARE NOT SO SWEET AND BLUE
sudden sweep! Then, blown from out the upper sky, Keen, fitful gusts of icy air, So light, so tenuous and rare, The heart leaps strangely swift thereby. The white moon floating in the calm Still ether space, so near, it seems, To grasp his eager childhood dreams, One need but thither reach his palm. A sense of majesties and mights, An exaltation born of these; —The summit’s awful silences; A glimpse of Godhead from the heights! _ON THE PRAIRIE_ Across the dewy prairie The morning wind is borne, Beyond the new-mown hayfields, And through the tasseled corn. Upon the silver-maples It lifts the swinging leaves, And steals a subtile sweetness From rows of golden sheaves. Within the sunny orchard The harvest apples fall, While from the tossing branches The saucy jay-birds call. In crinkled, fringy clusters The scarlet poppies burn, Where, softly opening, eastward The yellow sunflowers turn. And nibbling in the garden, Between the cherry trees, I see a robber rabbit Among the pink sweet-peas.  ON THE PRAIRIE BY EVELEEN'S STEYNE READ FOR LIVEROL'S DOT ORG BY KARROW ACROSS THE DEWY PRAIRIE THE MORNING WIND IS BORNE BEYOND THE NEW MOWN HAYFIELDS AND THROUGH THE TASSELED CORN UPON THE SILVER MAPLES IT LIFTS THE SWINGING LEAVES AND STEALS A SUBTILE SWEETNESS FROM ROWS OF GOLDEN SHEAVES WITHIN THE SUNNY ORCHARD THE HARVEST APPLES FALL WHILE FROM THE TOSSING BRANCHES THE SAUCY JAY BIRDS CALL IN CRINKLED FRINGY CLUSTERS THE SCARLET POPPIES BURN WHERE SOFTLY OPENING EASTWARD THE YELLOW SUNFLOWERS TURN AND NIBBLING IN THE GARDEN BETWEEN THE CHERRY TREES I SEE A RUBBER RABBIT AMONG THE PINK SWEET PEAS
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