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Hilda Conkling


Come dear Pegasus, I said,

Let me ride on your back;

I have often seen your shadow in the glittering creek;

Pegasus, beautiful Pegasus,

Let me sit on your back!

He was away,

But I was on his back,

So I went with him.

We had a castle in a mountain cloud.

So quickly was he away,

I had no time to look or speak!

That was the last I saw of father or mother.

We went far from the shining creek,

Farther than I know how to tell you:

It was good-by.