How would it be if we should fare,

By whispering to the pillar-box

A spell of which I am aware,

To some grey mountain whence the bear

May turn him to the West and stare

Nor yet see known land anywhere,

And find there carven of the rocks

An idol that can answer prayer?

Or winding up a palace stair,

Beyond the hills of Let's Pretend,

Come suddenly and unaware

Upon a monarch seated there,

Whose eyes were angry and whose hair

Was frizzled there at World's End

By the sun's triumphant glare.

And how, indeed, how would it be

If songs and little tales were true?

And we should find the jujube tree,

And galleons still should cross the sea,

And elves should lurk by every tree,

And dragons amble two by two,

While nobody should cry "Dear me!"

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