Cajoled of some inner need
Her juvenile dreamer's
World-expanding, once on, away
Upborne, a summer's day
To muse, and mull over things;
There in a shady lay.
Dropped in by, without bother
If eyebrow, hung curl brushed
Soft for moth, if whose tone-mixture
For its own fair feature
Beclouds, now and then, that dazed look;
Life's fancies does capture!
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