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2621	Stevenson, Burton Egbert	The Home Book of Verse — Volume 3			.txt	text/plain	103134	11291	96	"In the Days of Old" Thomas Love Peacock Were green like leaves whereon no sun doth shine, Like earth-born stars far fetched from faerie lands, Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky. A little tree as young as I, the coming summer shadows,-To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green, Sleep, white world, in thy winding-sheet! I love thee when thy swelling buds appear, I love to lie beneath thy waving screen, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; Thou hast all thy heart's desire. Then turn thee, little bird, and take thy flight Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, Silence instead of thy sweet song, my bird, Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! Singing thou scalest Heaven upon thy wings, Thy heart is light as a leaf of a tree; On a bed of green sea-flowers thy limbs shall be laid,--	./cache/2621.txt	./txt/2621.txt