There was a young lady of Wilts,
Who walked up to Scotland on stilts;
When they said it was shocking
To show so much stocking
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There once was an old monk of Basing,
Whose salads were something amazing;
But he told his confessor
That Nebuchadnezzar
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WHO remains in London,
In the streets with me,
Now that Spring is blowing
Warm winds from the sea;
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NOW, sitting by her side, worn out with weeping,
Behold, I fell to sleep, and had a vision,
Wherein I heard a wondrous Voice intoning:
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Part I.
A couple old sat o'er the fire,
And they were bent and gray;
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There once was a girl of Lahore,
The same shape behind as before;
As no one knew where
To offer a chair,
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UNDER her gentle seeing,
In her delicate little hand,
They placed the Book of Being,
To read and understand.
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THERE is a singing in the summer air,
The blue and brown moths flutter o’er the grass,
The stubble bird is creaking in the wheat,
And perch’d upon the honeysuckle-hedge
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There was a young lady of Wilts,
Who walked up to Scotland on stilts;
When they said it was shocking
To show so much stocking
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