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WHEN I WAS A LITTLE GIRL
“Go we forth together to try again,” the poet repeated.
He touched his lute, and its melody slipped into the sunshine.
“Toward the time when, holden in a vessel holy,
You shall be a flower.”
Then Peter stretched out his arms, and his whole slender little body became like one trumpet voice, and that voice strong and clear to reach round the world itself.
“I try once again!” he answered. “The world is beginning. I must go and help the king.”
