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Go fetch me a courser: yon reed is but slight, Yet far is the distance 'twill bear me to-night. I must have a throne,—ay, yon mushroom may stay, It has sprung in a night, 'twill be gather'd next day: And fit is such throne for my brief fairy reign; For, alas! I'm but dreaming, and dreams are but vain.