Thanking our stars we were both so green.
“We journeyed in parallels, I and Willie—
In fortunate parallels! Butterflies,
Hid in weltering shadows of daffodilly
Or marjoram, kept making peacock eyes;
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“And Willie ’gan sing (O, his notes were fluty;
Wafts fluttered them out to the white winged sea)—
Something made up of rhymes that have done much duty,
Rhymes (better to put it) of ‘ancientry’;