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[title] => Voices
[time] => 2009-04-26 07:23:38
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[bodytext] => I heard the tinkling voices then, Whispering with glee. Excited little chattering That seeked some sport with me. They said that I had lost my mind, My heart was stolen, gone. That babbling, teasing little sound Got louder and went on. And all the other noises That will make a forest's song, Were drowned out by the cackling Of the scornful fairy throng. They called that I was lost, a fool, Those mocking elfin sprites, And capered oft from branch to branch, Hopping with delight. I smiled, indulged their fancies And endured along the path, And every stone did taunt my love, And every bush did laugh. But as I reached the stile again, The voices semed to go; The teasing was the peaceful brook, The sneers, cow's gentle low, Accusing eyes, the sun's warm face, The jeering, magpie's bill. I turned and touched my cap to them And went, on fuller still. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 40 [informant] => derbypoet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 13 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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