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THE WORLD FROM OUR WINDOW.
Out of the high third story
My little nestling peeps,
While past, in its pomp and glory,
The world beneath him sweeps:
Here there's a princess married—
The fairest, of course, and the best;
Yonder's a hero carried
Noisily to his rest.
My little nestling peeps,
While past, in its pomp and glory,
The world beneath him sweeps:
Here there's a princess married—
The fairest, of course, and the best;
Yonder's a hero carried
Noisily to his rest.
What they're at present admiring
I cannot tell at all:
A poem inspired and inspiring,
Or a noted criminal.
For of all the faculties under
The sun, they possess in full
The faculty of wonder
At things not according to rule.
I cannot tell at all:
A poem inspired and inspiring,
Or a noted criminal.
For of all the faculties under
The sun, they possess in full
The faculty of wonder
At things not according to rule.
On their coursers so fleet and fiery
The great go careering by—
We sit in our lofty eyry,
My heart's own nestling and I.
Of our view they cannot scrimp us;
My little one watches the show
And laughs like a god on Olympus
At the freaks of the world below!
The great go careering by—
We sit in our lofty eyry,
My heart's own nestling and I.
Of our view they cannot scrimp us;
My little one watches the show
And laughs like a god on Olympus
At the freaks of the world below!
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