THE LITTLE LAND

ZS

   
 

       

In that forest to and fro

I can wander, I can go;

See the spider and the fly,

And the ants go marching by

Carrying parcels with their feet

Down the green and grassy street.

I can in the sorrel sit

Where the ladybird alit.

I can climb the jointed grass ;
And on high

See the greater swallows pass
In the sky,

And the round sun rolling by

Heeding no such things as I.

 

Through that forest I can pass
Till, as in a looking glass,
Humming fly and daisy tree
And my tiny self I see,

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