Fly, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmere-dale
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Fly, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmere-dale
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Fly, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmere-dale! Say that we come, and come by this day’s light; Fly upon swiftest wing round field and height, But chiefly let one Cottage hear the tale; There let a mystery of joy prevail, The kitten frolic, like a gamesome sprite, And Rover whine, as at a second sight Of near-approaching good that shall not fail: And from that Infant’s face let joy appear; Yea, let our Mary’s one companion child— That hath her six weeks’ solitude beguiled With intimations manifold and dear, While we have wandered over wood and wild— Smile on his Mother now with bolder cheer. |
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