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A n d they, too, were angry ti O l i v e r . W e re they eleven?
I thought SO, YtS, every one else was olevei!— eleven !

So Oliver went, but the cowslips were tail at m y fectj
A ]u l nil the white orchard with fi 1 ht-r;-iLLinblossom wns littered;
A n d under and over tile branches those lili'e birds LwiLlered,
W h i e hanging h ea d cl o w n w a rcl I h c v eo 1 ded b e c a \ ■ s e I \ ■. a s so i c n
P\ pit}'— -i vf’rv great pity! One should be eleven.
But jcod I was happy, the smfdl nf tin? world was so sweeL,
A n d I saw a round ho.e in an apple-tree rosy and old.
Then I knew, for I peeped, and I felt iL was right they noi ilc! scold,
E ggs sit.all and eggs many, For gladness I broke into laughter;
A n d then some one else— eh ! how softly !— came after, came after.
With laughter— with laughter came* after.

A n d no one was near us to utter that sweet mocking call,
That soon very tired sank low with a mystical fall.
l u t this was the country— perhaps it was close under heaven ;
)h ! nothing so likely; the voice might have come from it even,
I knew about heaven. But this was t1'-0 country, ot this
Light, blossom , anti piping, find flashing o f wing/;, not at all.
Not at ali. No. But one liLtle bird was an easy lorgiver r
She peeped, she drew near as I moved from her domicile small.
Then flashed down her hole like a dart— like a. dart from the quiver.
And I v/aded a tween tlie long grasses, and ftdL iL was bliss.

— S o this was the eourUry : clear dazzk o f a^uro and shiver
A nd w 1 jiq >er o f!e a ves, and a hum m ing ; d 1 ovy.■ r t.i ic■; tal 1
W hite b: arches, a hi.?mining uf bees, A n d I came to the wall—
A little low wall— a.nd looked over, and there was the river,
T he lane that led on to the village, and then the sweet river.
Clear shilling and slow, she had far, far Lo go from her snow ;
But each rush gleamed a sword in the sunlight to guard her long flow,
,And she murmured, metho!]edit, with a soeech verv fl- very low.
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