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Tall ferns, washed down in sunlight,
 Beckoned with fingers green;
Tall flowers nodded strangely,
 With white and glimm'ring sheen;

They sighed, they sang so softly,
 They stretched their arms to me;
My heart, it throbbed so wildly,
 In weird tumultuous glee.

I staggered in the mosses,
 It seemed to drag me down
Into the gleaming bushes;
 To fall, to sink, to drown.

When lo! thro' seared foliage,
 A lovely bird did fly;
And looked at me so knowing,
 With bright and curious eye;