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If trees were tall and grasses short, / As in some crazy tale, / If here and there a sea were blue / Beyond the breaking pale,
If a fixed fire hung in the air / To warm me one day through, / If deep green hair grew on great hills, / I know what I should do.
In dark I lie: dreaming that there / Are great eyes cold or kind, / And twisted streets and silent doors, / And living men behind.
Let storm-clouds come: better an hour, / And leave to weep and fight, / Than all the ages I have ruled / The empires of the night.
I think that if they gave me leave / Within that world to stand, / I would be good through all the day / I spent in fairyland.
They should not hear a word from me / Of selfishness or scorn, / If only I could find the door, / If only I were born.