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What time the great lobelia fills The wildwood with the blue of spring-- And asters, scattered o’er the hills, Bloom, starry-sown, through everything-- My fancy takes me wandering, My fancy, clothed in daffodils.

In lavender lights, which sleep among The ferns, my heart is at a loss To find the love that leads along Down magic ways of tufted moss-- Now, like the brook, it calls across, Now, like a bird, it lures with song.

It leads me to the land which lies Within a world no man can see; Wherein the Elfland cities rise, Faint haunts of musk and melody; That with the butterfly and bee And congregated flowers are wise.