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William Allingham

Blowing Bubbles

See the pretty planet!

Floating sphere!

Faintest breeze will fan it

Far or near;

World as light as feather;

Moonshine rays,

Rainbow tints together,

As it plays.

Drooping, sinking, failing,

Nigh to earth,

Mounting, whirling, sailing,

Full of mirth;

Life there, welling, flowing,

Waving round;

Pictures coming, going,

Without sound.

Quick now, be this airy

Globe repelled!

Never can the fairy

Star be held.

Touched—it in a twinkle


Leaving but a sprinkle,

As of tears.