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Mrs.
James
Glenny
Wilson

FAIRYLAND

Do you remember that careless band,Riding o’er meadow and wet sea-sand, One autumn day, in a mist of sunshine,Joyously seeking for fairyland?
The wind in the tree-tops was scarcely heard,The streamlet repeated its one silver word, And far away, o’er the depths of wood-land,Floated the bell of the parson-bird.
Pale hoar-frost glittered in shady slips,Where ferns were dipping their finger-tips, From mossy branches a faint perfumeBreathed o’er honeyed Clematis lips.
At last we climbed to the ridge on highAh, crystal vision! Dreamland nigh! Far, far below us, the wide PactficSlumbered in azure from sky to sky.
And cloud and shadow, across the deepWavered, or paused in enchanted sleep, And eastward, the purple-misted isletsFretted the wave with terrace and steep.

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