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/ I. Where thronged poppies with globed shields / Of fierce red / Warrior all the harvest fields / Is my bed. / Here I tumble with the bee, / Robber bee of low degree / Gay with dust: / Wit ye of a bracelet bold / Broadly belting him with gold? / It was I who bound it on / When a-gambol on the lawn -- / It can never rust.
/ II. Where the glow-worm lights his lamp / There am I; / Where within the grasses damp / Crickets cry. / Cheer'ly, cheer'ly in the burne / Where the lins the torrents churn / Into foam, / Leap I on a whisp of broom, -- / Cheer'ly, cheer'ly through the gloom, -- / All aneath a round-cheeked moon, / Treading on her silver shoon / Lightly o'er the gloam,