 | The poetical works of Edward Rowland Sill |  |
III
So all that azure dayIn the lap of the green world I lay;
And drinking of the sunshine's flood,
Like Sigurd when the dragon's blood
Made the bird-songs understood,
Inward or outward I could hear
A murmuring of music near;
And this is what it seemed to say:—
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