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See the pretty planet! Floating sphere! Faintest breeze will fan it Far or near; World as light as feather; Moonshine rays, Rainbow tints together, As it plays. Drooping, sinking, failing, Nigh to earth, Mounting, whirling, sailing, Full of mirth; Life there, welling, flowing, Waving round; Pictures coming, going, Without sound. Quick now, be this airy Globe repelled! Never can the fairy Star be held. Touched--it in a twinkle Disappears! Leaving but a sprinkle, As of tears.
William Allingham
William Allingham (19 March 1824 – 18 November 1889) was an Irish poet, diarist and editor. He wrote several volumes of lyric verse, and his poe
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