The Fairy Sleep and Little Bo-Peep

The little boat floats by the dock,
no one rows the oar:
truly this is a quiet spot
far from the noisy world!
Filling the path, verdant shade,
I rise now from my nap
and joy to watch the flowing river
swell with tides of spring.
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