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Walter de la Mare - Suppose
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    Suppose ... and suppose that a wild little Horse of Magic
    Came cantering out of the sky,
    With bridle of silver, and into the saddle I mounted,
    To fly — and to fly;

    And we stretched up into the air, fleeting on in the sunshine,
    A speck in the gleam,
    On galloping hoofs, his mane in the wind out-flowing,
    In a shadowy stream;

    And oh, when, all lone, the gentle star of evening
    Came crinkling into the blue,
    A magical castle we saw in the air, like a cloud of moonlight,
    As onward we flew;

    And across the green moat on the drawbridge we foamed and we snorted,
    And there was a beautiful Queen
    Who smiled at me strangely; and spoke to my wild little Horse, too —
    A lovely and beautiful Queen;

    And she cried with delight — and delight — to her delicate maidens,
    `Behold my daughter — my dear!`
    And they crowned me with flowers, and then to their harps sate playing,
    Solemn and clear;

    And magical cakes and goblets were spread on the table;
    And at window the birds came in;
    Hopping along with bright eyes, pecking crumbs from the platters,
    And sipped of the wine;

    And splashing up — up to the roof tossed fountains of crystal;
    And Princes in scarlet and green
    Shot with their bows and arrows, and kneeled with their dishes
    Of fruits for the Queen;

    And we walked in a magical garden with rivers and bowers,
    And my bed was of ivory and gold;
    And the Queen breathed soft in my ear a song of enchantment —
    And I never grew old....

    And I never, never came back to the earth, oh, never and never;
    How mother would cry and cry!
    There`d be snow on the fields then, and all these sweet flowers in the winter
    Would wither, and die....

    Suppose ... and suppose .
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