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GOLDEN FURZE
When with a pinafore I went
Bareheaded in the shine or showers,
I thought the furze had gold at root,
Because the furze had golden flowers.
Bareheaded in the shine or showers,
I thought the furze had gold at root,
Because the furze had golden flowers.
Then with my wooden spade I dug
Bareheaded in the shine and showers,
In hope to find the hidden gold
That fed the furze's golden flowers.
Bareheaded in the shine and showers,
In hope to find the hidden gold
That fed the furze's golden flowers.
Eager I passed the secret place
Where elves had made their tiny bowers.
Why not? 'Twas plain the furze's root
From gold had drawn the golden flowers.
Where elves had made their tiny bowers.
Why not? 'Twas plain the furze's root
From gold had drawn the golden flowers.
Resolute childhood! Simple child
By fancy touched in gleaming hours,
And happy by the very plan
That never uses gold in flowers!
By fancy touched in gleaming hours,
And happy by the very plan
That never uses gold in flowers!
Lovely at last the knowledge came,
As came my heart's expanding powers,
That had the furze been fixed in gold
She could not bear her golden flowers.
As came my heart's expanding powers,
That had the furze been fixed in gold
She could not bear her golden flowers.
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