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 Swimming, I spread my fingers out;— Sweets to snatch, Cool to catch.... Slow....Slow!

Grass of the Paddock! Far away, Once, as I dance with you to-day, Over a paddock of wither’d wheat I danced, with the snow and sleet. Under the wasted harvest-yield, The soil lay sodden and red, And the floor we beat with our frolicking feet Was, the batter’d face of the Dead. (Sow, reap! Slaughter, and sleep!) I danced, and away I fled.

Leaves of the Paddock! Far away, Blithely, as hither I hurry to play, Over the shimmering hyacinth-field, Over the Sea, I sped. A whisper spoke, and a laughter woke And the bloomy sheen was bubbled and broke With many a glittering head! Glad of my lips were the gallant ships, Speeding buoyant and bold; The birds flew white, and the clouds blew bright, The foam sprang into a rainbow flight, And the jolly porpoises roll’d; The sunbeams sparkled, the billows curl’d —Nothing was gladder in all the world!