  I 've followed till the Sun was down, As low as to the very brink; And still the pathway kept along, Around the world, I think. I've tried to find it, everywhere A bell would clink, and clink, and call; But someway I can never find That Farthest One of all. I've been in all the tallest weeds,— And thistles (with the loudest bees); And once, across the stepping-stones And through the cedar-trees. And now you hear it hushing up, And then you hear it clink and clink; And if you found it, it would lead Around the world, I think! It sounds so small, and gold, and far— Far-off, beyond the lily-pool;— And so, as if there must be there —Oh, something Wonderful! |
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