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 And straight I seemed to see a close,

With hawthorn hedged and brier-rose;

And, bending down, I whispered, "Dear,

Come, let us fly, while no one knows,

To the country—far away from here!"

Upon the little world-worn face

There dawned a look of wistful grace,

Then came the question that for hours

Still followed me from place to place:

"Real country, where you can catch flowers?"