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Time, you old gipsy man,Just for one day?
— Ralph Hodgson
Time, you old gipsy man,Just for one day?
'Twould ring the bells of HeavenAnd little hunted hares.
Reason has moons, but moons not hersBut, O! delighting me.
I saw with open eyes, Singing birds sweet, Sold in the shops, For the people to eat, Sold in the shops of, Stupidity Street.
God loves an idle rainbow, Not less than labouring seas.
