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 And eye of bat, and downy wing of owl within the tree, And the bells of that sweet belfry a-pealing as before, And now it is not three she sees, and now it is not four — "O! who are ye," sweet Lucy cries, "that in a dreadful ring, All muffled up in brindled shawls, do caper, frisk, and spring?" "A witch, and witches, one and nine," they straight to her reply, And looked upon her narrowly, with green and needle eye. Then Lucy sees in clouds of gold green cherry trees upgrow, And bushes of red roses that bloomed above the snow; She smells, all faint, the almond-boughs blowing so wild and fair, And doves with milky eyes ascend fluttering in the air. Clear flowers she sees, like tulip buds, go floating by like birds, With wavering tips that warbled sweetly strange enchanted words;