So far from cherished stench, pea-green
Of algea's furbishing;
From plumy reed's sky, so far -
O inches and inches!
To know exactly what you are
Tinkerbell's step clinches.
How long in its wistfulness
Flagging, it must have been
To have digress, to its side
One of its gracile strain.
Dance-happy, that've done!
Girl beaming out the rain.
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