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Who said, "Peacock Pie?" The old King to the sparrow: Who said, "Crops are ripe?" Rust to the harrow: Who said, "Where sleeps she now?' Where rests she now her head, Bathed in eve's loveliness"?— That's what I said. Who said, "Ay, mum's the word"? Sexton to willow: Who said, "Green dusk for dreams, Moss for a pillow"? Who said, "All Time's delight Hath she for narrow bed; Life's troubled bubble broken"?— That's what I said. |