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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393034" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Fancy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A LITTLE sprite sat on a moonbeam,<br> When the night was waning away,<br>And over the world to the eastward<br> Spread the first faint flush of day.<br>The moonbeam was cold and slippery,<br>5<br> And a fat little fairy was he;<br>Around him the white clouds were sleeping,<br> And under him slumbered the sea.<br>Then the old moon looked out of her left eye,<br> And laughed when she thought of the fun,<br>10<br>For she knew that the moonbeam he sat on<br> Would soon melt away in the sun;<br>So she gave a slight shrug of her shoulders,<br> And winked at a bright little star—<br>The moon was remarkably knowing,<br>15<br> As old people always are.<br>&quot;Great madam,&quot; then answered the fairy,<br> &quot;No doubt you are wonderfully wise,<br>And know probably more than another<br> Of the ins and the outs of the skies.<br>20<br>But to think that we don't in our own way<br> An interest in sky-things take,<br>Is a common and fatal blunder<br> That sometimes you great ones make.<br>&quot;For I've looked up from under the heather,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">25<br> And watched you night after night,<br>And marked your silent motion,<br> And the fall of your silvery light.<br>I have seen you grow larger and larger,<br> I have watched you fade away;<br>30<br>I have seen you turn pale as a snowdrop<br> At the sudden approach of day.<br>&quot;So don't think for a moment, great madam,<br> Tho' a poor little body I be,<br>That I haven't my senses about me,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">35<br> Or am going to fall into the sea.<br>I have had what you only could give me—<br> A pleasant night ride in the sky;<br>But a new power arises to eastward,<br> So now, useless old lady, good-bye.&quot;<br>40<br>He whistled a low sweet whistle,<br> And up from the earth so dark,<br>With its wings bespangled with dewdrops,<br> There bounded a merry lark.<br>He's mounted the tiny singer,<br>45<br> And soared through the heavens away,<br>With his face all aglow in the morning,<br> And a song for the rising day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frederick+George+Scott">Frederick George Scott</a><div class=q>
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