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 And you shall help me blanket the kine

And fold the gentle sheep

And set the herring a-soak in brine—

But now, little tulip, sleep!

A Dream-One comes to button the eyes

That wearily droop and blink,

While the old mill buffets the frowning skies

And scolds at the stars that wink;

Over your face the misty wings

Of that beautiful Dream-One sweep,

And rocking your cradle she softly sings:

"Sleep, little tulip, sleep!"