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"Shell-bracelets ho! Shell-bracelets ho!
 * Fair maids and matrons come and buy!"

Along the road, in morning's glow,
 * The pedlar raised his wonted cry.

The road ran straight, a red, red line,
 * To Khirogram, for cream renowned,

Through pasture-meadows where the kine,
 * In knee-deep grass, stood magic bound

And half awake, involved in mist,
 * That floated in dun coils profound,

Till by the sudden sunbeams kist
 * Rich rainbow hues broke all around.

"Shell-bracelets ho! Shell-bracelets ho!"
 * The roadside trees still dripped with dew,

And hung their blossoms like a show.
 * Who heard the cry? 'Twas but a few,