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What once was heaven, is zenith now. Where I proposed to go When time's brief masquerade was done, Is mapped, and charted too! What if the poles should frisk about And stand upon their heads! I hope I 'm ready for the worst, Whatever prank betides! WHAT ONCE WAS HEAVEN IS ZENITH NOW WHERE I PROPOSED TO GO WHEN TIME'S BRIEF MASQUERADE WAS DONE IS MAPPED AND CHARTERED TOO WHAT IF THE POLES SHOULD FRISK ABOUT AND STAND UPON THEIR HEADS I HOPE I'M READY FOR THE WORST WHATEVER PRANK BETIDES
A. 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. 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. XX. OLD-FASHIONED. Arcturus is his other name, -- I'd rather call him star! It's so unkind of science To go and interfere! I pull a flower from the woods, -- A monster with a glass Computes the stamens in a breath, And has her in a class. Whereas I took the butterfly Aforetime in my hat, He sits erect in cabinets, The clover-bells forgot. EPORT 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 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 TWENTY OLD FASHIONED ARCTURUS IS HIS OTHER NAME I'D RATHER CALL HIM STAR IT'S SO UNKIND OF SCIENCE TO GO AND INTERFERE I PULL A FLOWER FROM THE WOODS A MONSTER WITH A GLASS COMPUTES THE STAMENS IN A BREATH AND HAS HER IN A CLASS WHEREAS I TOOK THE BUTTERFLY AFORETIME IN MY HAT HE SITS ERECT IN CABINETS THE CLOVER BELLS FORGOT
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