Imperious Prima flashes forth Her edict “to begin it”— In gentler tone Secunda hopes “There will be nonsense in it!”— While Tertia interrupts the tale Not more than once a minute. Anon, to sudden silence won, In fancy they pursue The dream-child moving through a land Of wonders wild and new, In friendly chat with bird or beast— And half believe it true.
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