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A VISION OF YOUTH
And from the heart of every flower
A singing fairy sprang.
He rode along with rein so free,
And, as he rode, the Blue
Mysterious Bird of Fantasy
Ever before him flew.
He rode by cot and castle dim
Through all the greenland gay;
Bright eyes through casements glanced at him;
He laughed — and rode away.
The world with sunshine was aflood,
And glad were maid and man,
And through his throbbing veins the blood
In keen, sweet shudders ran.
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His steed tossed head with fiery scorn,
And stamped, and snuffed the air —
As though he heard a sudden horn
Of far-off battle blare.
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