The Skies can’t keep their secret!
They tell it to the Hills –
The Hills just tell the Orchards –
And they – the Daffodils!
A Bird – by chance – that goes that way –
Soft overhears the whole –
If I should bribe the little Bird –
Who knows but she would tell?
I think I won’t – however –
It’s finer – not to know –
If Summer were an Axiom –
What sorcery had Snow?
So keep your secret – Father!
I would not – if I could
Know what the Sapphire Fellows, do,
In your new-fashioned world!
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