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TWO VOICES.
"Look on the floor, my boy, and think of my distresses:
Aladdin's Lamp (upset) and Blue Beard's dreadful key,
The Sleeping Beauty's coverlet and Cinderella's dresses,
Full of dust—ah, me!"
Aladdin's Lamp (upset) and Blue Beard's dreadful key,
The Sleeping Beauty's coverlet and Cinderella's dresses,
Full of dust—ah, me!"
"Now a star is out. It's gold. But I tell you it will never
Look so shining any more where the water is so deep."
"Oh, the star will stay, I fancy, somewhere in the sky forever;
I—must go to sleep.
Look so shining any more where the water is so deep."
"Oh, the star will stay, I fancy, somewhere in the sky forever;
I—must go to sleep.
. . . "It will stay. But I shall stay not. Why was I sent hither,
Fair brief world, if I must leave you, having seen nor heard
(Resting in your grass an instant on my secret mission—whither?)
Star, nor bloom, nor bird?
Fair brief world, if I must leave you, having seen nor heard
(Resting in your grass an instant on my secret mission—whither?)
Star, nor bloom, nor bird?
