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Down the dimpled green-sward dancing Bursts a flaxen-headed bevy, Bud-lipt boys and girls advancing Love's irregular little levy.
Rows of liquid eyes in laughter, How they glimmer, how they quiver! Sparkling one another after, Like bright ripples on a river.
Tipsy band of rubious faces, Flushed with joy's etheral spirit, Make your mocks and sly grimaces At Love's self, and do not fear it!
George Darley
Read poems about / on: laughter, river, green, joy, fear, childhood, love, dance, girl
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