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Hilda Conkling


I will return to you

O stillest and dearest,

To see the pearl of light

That flashes in your golden hair;

To hear you sing your songs of starlight

And tell your stories of the wonderful land

Of stars and fleecy sky;

To say to you that Seagarde will soon be here,

Seagarde the fairy

With her seagulls of hope!