You can read of air

In a cool, forest green,

Which has leaves in the sky,

On the branches strewn ‘cross ground,

Where twigling and changling and

Fairies are found.

Oh, you can read of air,

In a cool, forest green

But reading can’t compare

To a true forest scene.

 

You can dream of sky,

The moonlit, star-dotted sky,

With twinkling and glimmering

Duchesses, who fly.

Oh, you can dream of sky,

The lovely, moonlit, star-dotted sky

But that won’t excel the sight

Of a moment out at night.

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