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Song of the Foot Track
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COME away, come away from the straightness of the road; I will lead you into delicate recesses Where peals of ripples ring through the maidenhair’s abode In the heart of little water wildernesses. I will show you pleasant places; tawny hills the sun has kissed, Where the giant trees the wind is always swinging Rise from clouds of pearly saplings tipped with rose and amethyst,— Fairy boughs where fairy butterflies are clinging.
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