How sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks
The wayward brain, to saunter through a wood!
An old place, full of many a lovely brood,
Tall trees, green arbours, and ground-flowers in flocks;
And wild rose tip-toe upon hawthorn stocks,
Like a bold Girl, who plays her agile pranks
At Wakes and Fairs with wandering Mountebanks,
When she stands cresting the Clown's head, and mocks
The crowd beneath her. Verily I think,
Such place to me is sometimes like a dream
Or map of the whole world: thoughts, link by link,
Enter through ears and eyesight, with such gleam
Of all things, that at last in fear I shrink,
And leap at once from the delicious stream.
How Sweet It Is, When Mother Fancies Frocks
William Wordsworth
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Poem topics: dream, fear, girl, green, mother, rose, sometimes, world, head, wild, sweet, bold, delicious, brain, beneath, stream, crowd, place, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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