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XVIII. TWO VOYAGERS. Two butterflies went out at noon And waltzed above a stream, Then stepped straight through the firmament And rested on a beam; And then together bore away Upon a shining sea,    Though never yet, in any port, Their coming mentioned be. EIGHTEEN TWO VOYAGERS TWO BUTTERFLIES WENT OUT AT NOON AND WALTZED ABOVE A STREAM THEN STEPPED STRAIGHT THROUGH THE FIRMAMENT AND RESTED ON A BEAM AND THEN TOGETHER BORE AWAY UPON A SHINING SEA THOUGH NEVER YET IN ANY PORT THEIR COMING MENTIONED BE
cknowledgment Of their unthinking drums. XV. THE HUMMING-BIRD. A route of evanescence With a revolving wheel; A resonance of emerald, A rush of cochineal; And every blossom on the bush Adjusts its tumbled head, -- The mail from Tunis, probably, An easy morning's ride. XVI. SECRETS. The skies can't keep their secret! They tell it to the hills -- The hills just tell the orchards -- And they the daffodils! A bird, by chance, that goes that way Soft overheard the whole. If I should bribe the little bird, Who knows but she would tell? I think I won't, however, It's finer not to know; If summer were an axiom, What sorcery had snow? So keep your secret, Father! I would not, if I could, Know what the sapphire fellows do, In your new-fashioned world! XVII. Who robbed the woods, The trusting woods? The unsuspecting trees Brought out their burrs and mosses His fantasy to please. He scanned their trinkets, curious, He grasped, he bore away. What will the solemn hemlock, What will the fir-tree say? Y CHILDISH PLUMES LIFT IN BEREAVED ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF THEIR UNTHINKING DRUMS FIFTEEN THE HUMMING BIRD A ROUT OF EVANESCENCE WITH A REVOLVING WHEEL A RESONANCE OF EMERALD A RUSH OF COCKENEAL AND EVERY BLOSSOM ON THE BUSH ADJUSTS ITS TUMBLED HEAD THE MAIL FROM TUNIS PROBABLY AN EASY MORNING'S RIDE SIXTEEN SECRETS THE SKIES CAN'T KEEP THEIR SECRET THEY TELL IT TO THE HILLS THE HILLS JUST TELL THE ORCHARDS AND THEY THE DAFFODILS A BIRD BY CHANCE THAT GOES THAT WAY SOFT OVERHEARD THE WHOLE IF I SHOULD BRIBE THE LITTLE BIRD WHO KNOWS BUT SHE WOULD TELL I THINK I WON'T HOWEVER IT'S FINER NOT TO KNOW IF SUMMER WERE AN AXIOM WHAT SORCERY HAD SNOW SO KEEP YOUR SECRET FATHER I WOULD NOT IF I COULD KNOW WHAT THE SAPPHIRE FELLOWS DO IN YOUR NEW FASHIONED WORLD SEVENTEEN WHO ROBBED THE WOODS THE TRUSTING WOODS THE UNSUSPECTING TREES BROUGHT OUT THEIR BURRS AND MOSSES HIS FANTASY TO PLEASE HE SCANNED THEIR TRINKETS CURIOUS HE GRASPED HE BORE AWAY WHAT WILL THE SOLEMN HEMLOCK WHAT WILL THE FIR TREE SAY
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