Poems (Browning)/Fairyland

For works with similar titles, see Fairy Land.
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Fairyland
How madly all the glad birds sing!
 Exultingly and without cease;
But O to dream, and rest and dream!
 And drift in harbors cool with peace.

My ship shall be of clover bloom,
 The tiny helm a blue flower near;
The breeze will bear its rare perfume,
 And waft its sweetness to the air.

Through starry isles, a lily sea,
 Upon the poppy's glowing strand,
My happy ship will carry me
 Into the gates of fairy-land.

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