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Sometimes there's a school of fish,
Slowly swimming out to sea,
Perch or mackerel, as you wish,
Scales as bright as scales can be.

Now a castle rises there,
Broken casements, turrets rent;
Here a bit of crazy stair,
Or a ruined battlement.

And anon, a mountain peak
Shines beneath eternal snows,
Where the venturous might seek
For the little Alpine rose.

Or, perchance, a face looks out,
Like a seraph's faint and far,
Just to see what we're about,
In this distant star!


XXXONCE A YEAR
Summer is here in all her glory
Of waving grasses and fragrant shoot
Spelling her swift and beautiful story
With scarlet lily, with wayside fruit.

Down in green hollows of woody places
The sunbeams beckon the orchid out,
White thorn blossoms unveil their faces,
Swelling pods are beginning to pout.

Breezes blow from the gardens of spices
Bees make murmuring long delays,

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