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A little golden head close to my knee,Sweet eyes of tender, gentianella blueFixed upon mine, a little coaxing voice,—         Only we two.
"Tell it again!" Insatiate demand!And like a toiling spider where I sat,I wove and spun the many-colored webs         Of this and that.
Of Dotty Pringle sweeping out her hall;Of Greedy Bear; of Santa Claus the good;And how the little children met the Months         Within the wood.
"Tell it again!" and though the sand-man came,Dropping his drowsy grains in each blue eye,"Tell it again! oh, just once more!" was still         The sleepy cry.
My spring-time violet! early snatched awayTo fairer gardens all unknown to me,—Gardens of whose invisible, guarded gates         I have no key,—
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