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The Slippers.
Two slippers in the morning red
Along the footway flew;
Two slippers down the burnside sped,
And lo, a sight to view!
Along the footway flew;
Two slippers down the burnside sped,
And lo, a sight to view!
Yon loath'd way now is my delight,
And what was long and rough,
Is now as smooth as velvet quite,
And far from long enough.
And what was long and rough,
Is now as smooth as velvet quite,
And far from long enough.
Yon bur, whose rudeness only earn'd
From me a grunt or so,
Is to a golden lily turn'd,
To charm me as I go.
From me a grunt or so,
Is to a golden lily turn'd,
To charm me as I go.
Yon pebble, late but fit for feet
To kick into the air,
Is now to me a jewel, meet
For any queen to wear.
To kick into the air,
Is now to me a jewel, meet
For any queen to wear.
Yon runnel that was only heard
A dreary noise to make,
Now pipes as sweetly as a bird,
And pipes so for my sake!
A dreary noise to make,
Now pipes as sweetly as a bird,
And pipes so for my sake!
“La, how comes this?” That question—Tut!
Who, who can answer? Who?
Go, put it to the slippers, put!
That down the footway flew.
Who, who can answer? Who?
Go, put it to the slippers, put!
That down the footway flew.
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