The glitter of the green
and the shimmer of the blue
cast shadows on the sky
as the dragon walks with you.
"May I eat that sand?"
says the dragon to the box.
"May you may you may"
says the cardboard who has pox.
"Why, I thank you from the deepest
home of all my hopes.
Far deeper, too than all who flew
and placed the greatest popes."
"Then for that, I surely grant
you welcome for your kind.
For as I speak, I surely mean,
to give you more from mind."
"Farewell to thee
from you to me."
"Good-bye to you as well."
"I give you grace
to hold your place."
"I leave, but never to tell. "
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