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First Line: In moss-prankt dells which the sunbeams flatter
Last Line: How much fewer volumes of verse there'd be!
Subject(s): Burlesque; Ingelow, Jean (1820-1897); Striptease

IN moss-prankt dells which the sunbeams flatter
(And heaven it knoweth what that may mean;
Meaning, however, is no great matter)
Where woods are a-tremble, with rifts atween;

Through God's own heather we wonned together,
I and my Willie (O love my love):
I need hardly remark it was glorious weather,
And flitterbats waved alow, above:

Boats were curtseying, rising, bowing
(Boats in that climate are so polite),
And sands were a ribbon of green endowing,
And O the sun-dazzle on bark and bight!

Through the rare red heather we danced together,
(O love my Willie!) and smelt for flowers:
I must mention again it was glorious weather,
Rhymes are so scarce in this world of ours: --

By rises that flushed with their purple favors,
Through becks that brattled o'er grasses sheen,
We walked or waded, we two young shavers,
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's eyes:

Song-birds darted about, some inky
As coal, some snowy (I ween) as curds;
Or rosy as pinks, or as roses pinky --
They reck of no eerie To-come, those birds!

But they skim over bents which the mill-stream
Or hang in the lift 'neath a white cloud's hem;
They need no parasols, no galoshes;
And good Mrs. Trimmer she feedeth them.

Then we thrid God's cowslips (as erst his heather)
That endowed the wan grass with their golden
And snapt -- ('t was perfectly charming weath-
er) --
Our fingers at Fate and her goddess glooms:

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:"

Bowers of flowers encountered showers
In William's carol (O love my Willie!)
When he bade sorrow borrow from blithe To-
I quite forget what -- say a daffodilly:

A nest in a hollow, "with buds to follow,"
I think occurred next in his nimble strain;
And clay that was "kneaden "of course in Eden --
A rhyme most novel, I do maintain:

Mists, bones, the singer himself, love-stories,
And all least furlable things got "furled;"
Not with any design to conceal their glories,
But simply and solely to rhyme with "world."


O, if billows and pillows and hours and flowers,
And all the brave rhymes of an elder day,
Could be furled together this genial weather,
And carted, or carried on wafts away,
Nor ever again trotted out -- ay me!
How much fewer volumes of verse there'd be!

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