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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. Whose are the beds, the tiny beds So thick upon the plain?" 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 WHOSE ARE THE BEDS THE TINY BEDS SO THICK UPON THE PLAIN
d men that made the hay, And afternoon, and butterfly, Extinguished in its sea. VIII. THE BLUEBIRD. Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness, A 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! 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. E SKY TILL SUNDOWN CREPT A STEADY TIDE AND MEN THAT MADE THE HAY AND AFTERNOON AND BUTTERFLY EXTINGUISHED IN ITS SEA THE BLUE BIRD BEFORE YOU THOUGHT OF SPRING EXCEPT AS A SURMISE YOU SEE GOD BLESS HIS 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
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