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II.
“There's a little mill a-going,
I hear its whirr again.”
“No; 'tis but the house-fly
Buzzing in the pane.”
I hear its whirr again.”
“No; 'tis but the house-fly
Buzzing in the pane.”
“Tis not a fly, but a fairy,
Such as dance in magic rings;
A wee, elfish miller,
With a wheel beneath his wings!
Such as dance in magic rings;
A wee, elfish miller,
With a wheel beneath his wings!
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And his grist is the sunshine
Which through the window there
Into golden meal is powdered,
That dances in the air.”
Which through the window there
Into golden meal is powdered,
That dances in the air.”
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