As the wheels turn, they wake to lovely sound,

Musical boxes—as the wheels go round

They play a little silver spray of notes:

“Swift Runs the River”—“Bluebells in the Wood”——

“The Waterfall”—“The Child Who Has Been Good”——

Like splash of foam at keel of little boats.

Under a sky of duck-egg green

Have you not seen

The hundred misty horses that delight