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I the beautiful green woodland, Where shy singing-fairies flit; In the twilight of their foodland I hear a tapping while I sit, And deem it is the woodpecker, Yet know not other elfin noises That waking near me softly stir, While a shadowy bough faint poises, Dreamily athwart the beryl Of sensitive sun-lighted leaves; And breathlessly, as in play-peril, The laughing rillet swiftly cleaves A way through trees and flowers who love him, Waving green arms while he flows, With touch light hindering above him, As they would kiss him while he goes, But he merrily from them flows, Blessing the green twilit heart, As erst to mine my little one would songful light impart!