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back, come back together, All ye fancies of the past, Ye days of April weather, Ye shadows that are cast By the haunted hours before! Come back, come back, my childhood; Thou art summoned by a spell From the green leaves of the wild wood, From beside the charmed well! 'Tis Red Riding-Hood, the darling, The flower of fairy lore.

The fields were covered over With colours, as she went; Daisy, buttercup, and clover, Below her footsteps bent. Summer shed its shining store, She was happy as she prest them Beneath her little feet; She plucked them and caress'd them, They were so very sweet— They had never seemed so sweet before, To Red Riding-Hood, the darling, The flower of fairy lore.

How the heart of childhood dances Upon a sunny day! It has its own romances, And a wide, wide world have they! A world where phantasie is king, Made all of eager dreaming; When once grown up and tall, Now is the time for scheming, Then we shall do them all! Do such pleasant fancies spring For Red Riding-Hood the darling, The flower of fairy lore?