THE BUCKLE by Walter de la Mare
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I had a silver buckle, I sewed it on my shoe, And 'neath a sprig of mistletoe I danced the evening through! I had a bunch of cowslips, I hid 'em in a grot, In case the elves should come by night And me remember not. I had a yellow riband, I tied it in my hair, That, walking in the garden, The birds might see it there. I had a secret laughter, I laughed it near the wall: Only the ivy and the wind May tell of it at all. |
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