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HOSE are the little beds," I asked,
 * "Which in the valleys lie?"

Some shook their heads, and others smiled, And no one made reply.

"Perhaps they did not hear," I said; "I will inquire again. Whose are the beds, the tiny beds So thick upon the plain?"

"'T is daisy in the shortest; A little farther on, Nearest the door to wake the first, Little leontodon.

"'T is iris, sir, and aster, Anemone and bell, Batschia in the blanket red, And chubby daffodil."