TO THREE LITTLE KATHARINES

Oh, Katharines three,

Come sail with me

Where the ship of my Fancy flies!

We’ll wander free

Over land and sea,

Then sail away to the skies.

If I were a star,

So far—so far—

From this Earth where the children dwell,

My twinkliest beam

For that ship should gleam;

And my truest secret I’d tell

To the eyes that look

Through fancy.—No book

Nor telescope serves so well.

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