All In The Golden Afternoon

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 All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide
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 For both our oars, with little skill, by little arms are plied
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 While little hands make vain pretence our wanderings to guide
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 Our wanderings to guide

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 Ah, Cruel Three ! in such an hour, beneath such dreamy weather
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 To beg a tale of breath too weak  to stir the tiniest feather
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 Yet what can one poor voice avail against three tongues together
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 Against three tongues together

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 Anon, to sudden silence won, in fancy they pursue
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 The dream child moving through a land of wonders wild and new
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 In friendly chat with bird or beast - and half believe it true
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 And half believe it true

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 And ever, as the story drained the wells of fancy dry
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 And faintly strove that weary one to put the subject by
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 "The next time -- it is next time" the happy voices cry !
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 The happy voices cry !

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 Thus grew the tale of wonderland, thus slowly one by one
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 It's quaint events were hammered out - and now the tale is done

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 And home we steer a merry crew
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 Beneath the setting sun.

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