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INE years old! The first of any

Seem the happiest years that come:—

Yet when I was nine, I said

No such word!—I thought, instead,

That the Greeks had used as many

In besieging Ilium.

Nine green years had scarcely brought me

To my childhood's haunted spring:—

I had life, like flowers and bees,

In betwixt the country trees;

And the sun, the pleasure, taught me

Which he teacheth every thing.

If the rain fell, there was sorrow;—

Little head, leant on the pane,

Little finger drawing down it

The long trailing drops upon it,—

And the "Rain, rain, come to-morrow,"

Said for charm against the rain.