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189 Sometimes we crown

The castle's dizziest tower, and look

Laughingly down

On the pigmy men in the world below,

Wearily wandering to and fro.

Sometimes we dwell on the cragged crest

Of mountain high;

And the ruddy sun, from the blue sea's breast

Climbing the sky,

Looks from his couch of glory up,

And lights the dew in the Harebell's cup.

We are crowning the mountain

With azure bells

Or decking the fountain

In forest dells,

Or wreathing the ruin with clusters gay,

And nodding and laughing the live-long day,

Then chiming our lullaby, tired with play.

Are we not beautiful? Oh! are not we

The darlings of mountain, and moorland and lea?

Plunge in the forest—are we not fair?

Go to the high road—we'll meet ye there,

Oh! where is the flower that content may tell

Like the laughing, and nodding, and dancing Harebell?