[HAMMOCKUITY.]
If you swing in a hammock the summer day through,
And you dream with profound assiduity,
A new phase of content it will give unto you,
Which philosophers call "Hammockuity"!
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Beneath the sycamore,
I listen to the distant Lune,
Or slumber to its roar;
'Tis sweet to muse, to sleep or sing,