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James Whitcomb Riley - A Water-Color
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Low hidden in among the forest trees
    An artist`s tilted easel, ankle-deep
  In tousled ferns and mosses, and in these
    A fluffy water-spaniel, half asleep
      Beside a sketch-book and a fallen hat--
      A little wicker flask tossed into that.

  A sense of utter carelessness and grace
    Of pure abandon in the slumb`rous scene,--
  As if the June, all hoydenish of face,
    Had romped herself to sleep there on the green,
      And brink and sagging bridge and sliding stream
      Were just romantic parcels of her dream.
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