Are glinting sky and glistening sea beyond the Holland quays.
Blue tiles, red bricks, the bustling wharves, with color’s oriflamme;
Starched caps and rosy-posy cheeks—the girls of Amsterdam!
The snug little room with its brazier fire aglow!
Oh, listen, will he tell them, as he told them long ago,—
Oh, very long ago, a-laughing in his sleeve!—
The marvelous Munchausen, with the fables I believe?
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“When I had sown the Turkey beans that reachéd to the moon,