  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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