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And it began its journey then,

As I came forth to take the air;

The timid Stars had vanished quite,

The Moon was dying with a stare;

Horses, and kine, and sheep were seen

As still as pictures, in fields green.

It seemed as though I had surprised

And trespassed in a golden world

That should have passed while men still slept!

The joyful birds, the ship of gold,

The horses, kine and sheep did seem

As they would vanish for a dream.

William H. Davies

8

Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day!

With night we banish sorrow.

Sweet air, blow soft, mount, lark, aloft

To give my Love good morrow.

Wings from the wind to please her mind,

Notes from the lark I'll borrow:

Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale, sing,

To give my Love good morrow!

To give my Love good morrow

Notes from them all I'll borrow.

Wake from thy nest, robin redbreast!

Sing, birds, in every furrow,

And from each bill let music shrill

Give my fair Love good morrow!

Blackbird and thrush in every bush,

Stare,ssss1 linnet, and cock-sparrow,