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And the blossoms played music over my head
Like bells of glass and copper bells
And wind in the trees when the ocean swells
Flood tide over the beach, and shells
Glisten like rubies with the water sheen
And the sky at the back of the town is green."
"You prophesy in a parable;"
Said Mr. Keats. "Oh, April-fool!"
Cried the girls who were over the Bonnet-shop.
And their laughter was sweet as a lollipop
To an urchin's palate in his ears.
With a gesture, he brushed aside their jeers.
"But will it clear?" "Of course it will,"
Said the three, "if you patiently wait until
It does." And they laughed in a rainbow chord,
High, and low, and middleward.
And Mr. Keats laughed too, though he knew
That they had not said one word in two
Of what he'd imagined they might have said.
Like bells of glass and copper bells
And wind in the trees when the ocean swells
Flood tide over the beach, and shells
Glisten like rubies with the water sheen
And the sky at the back of the town is green."
"You prophesy in a parable;"
Said Mr. Keats. "Oh, April-fool!"
Cried the girls who were over the Bonnet-shop.
And their laughter was sweet as a lollipop
To an urchin's palate in his ears.
With a gesture, he brushed aside their jeers.
"But will it clear?" "Of course it will,"
Said the three, "if you patiently wait until
It does." And they laughed in a rainbow chord,
High, and low, and middleward.
And Mr. Keats laughed too, though he knew
That they had not said one word in two
Of what he'd imagined they might have said.
