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Ay Oliver I was but seven and he was eleven	A
He looked at me pouting and rosy I blushed where I stood	B
They had told us to play in the orchard and I only seven	A
A small guest at the farm but he said 'Oh a girl was no good '	C
So he whistled and went he went over the stile to the wood	B
It was sad it was sorrowful Only a girl only seven	A
At home in the dark London smoke I had not found it out	D
The pear trees looked on in their white and blue birds flash'd about	D
And they too were angry as Oliver Were they eleven	A
I thought so Yes everyone else was eleven eleven	A
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So Oliver went but the cowslips were tall at my feet	E
And all the white orchard with fast falling blossom was litter'd	F
And under and over the branches those little birds twitter'd	F
While hanging head downwards they scolded because I was seven	A
A pity A very great pity One should be eleven	A
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But soon I was happy the smell of the world was so sweet	F
And I saw a round hole in an apple tree rosy and old	F
Then I knew for I peeped and I felt it was right they should scold	F
Eggs small and eggs many For gladness I broke into laughter	G
And then some one else oh how softly came after came after	G
With laughter with laughter came after	G
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And no one was near us to utter that sweet mocking call	H
That soon very tired sank low with a mystical fall	H
But this was the country perhaps it was close under heaven	A
Oh nothing so likely the voice might have come from it even	I
I knew about heaven But this was the country of this	J
Light blossom and piping and flashing of wings not at all	H
Not at all No But one little bird was an easy forgiver	G
She peeped she drew near as I moved from her domicile small	H
Then flashed down her hole like a dart like a dart from the quiver	G
And I waded atween the long grasses and felt it was bliss	J
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So this was the country clear dazzle of azure and shiver	G
And whisper of leaves and a humming all over the tall	H
White branches a humming of bees And I came to the wall	H
A little low wall and looked over and there was the river	G
The lane that led on to the village and then the sweet river	G
Clear shining and slow she had far far to go from her snow	K
But each rush gleamed a sword in the sunlight to guard her long flow	K
And she murmur'd methought with a speech very soft very low	K
'The ways will be long but the days will be long ' quoth the river	G
'To me a long liver long long ' quoth the river the river	G
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I dreamed of the country that night of the orchard the sky	L
The voice that had mocked coming after and over and under	G
But at last in a day or two namely Eleven and I	L
Were very fast friends and to him I confided the wonder	G
He said that was Echo 'Was Echo a wise kind of bee	M
That had learned how to laugh could it laugh in one's ear and then fly	L
And laugh again yonder ' 'No Echo' he whispered it low	K
'Was a woman they said but a woman whom no one could see	M
And no one could find and he did not believe it not he	M
But he could not get near for the river that held us asunder	G
Yet I that had money a shilling a whole silver shilling	N
We might cross if I thought I would spend it ' 'Oh yes I was willing'	N
And we ran hand in hand we ran down to the ferry the ferry	M
And we heard how she mocked at the folk with a voice clear and merry	M
When they called for the ferry but oh she was very was very	M
Swift footed She spoke and was gone and when Oliver cried	F
'Hie over hie over you man of the ferry the ferry '	-
By the still water's side she was heard far and wide she replied	F
And she mocked in her voice sweet and merry 'You man of the ferry	M
You man of you man of the ferry '	-
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'Hie over ' he shouted The ferryman came at his calling	N
Across the clear reed border'd river he ferried us fast	F
Such a chase Hand in hand foot to foot we ran on it surpass'd	F
All measure her doubling so close then so far away falling	N
Then gone and no more Oh to see her but once unaware	G
And the mouth that had mocked but we might not yet sure she was there	G
Nor behold her wild eyes and her mystical countenance fair	G
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We sought in the wood and we found the wood wren in her stead	F
In the field and we found but the cuckoo that talked overhead	F
By the brook and we found the reed sparrow deep nested in brown	O
Not Echo fair Echo for Echo sweet Echo was flown	P
So we came to the place where the dead people wait till God call	H
The church was among them grey moss over roof over wall	H
Very silent so low And we stood on a green grassy mound	F
And looked in at a window for Echo perhaps in her round	F
Might have come in to hide there But no every oak carven seat	F
Was empty We saw the great Bible old old very old	F
And the parson's great Prayer book beside it we heard the slow beat	F
Of the pendulum swing in the tower we saw the clear gold	F
Of a sunbeam float down to the aisle and then waver and play	Q
On the low chancel step and the railing and Oliver said	F
'Look Katie look Katie when Lettice came here to be wed	F
She stood where that sunbeam drops down and all white was her gown	O
And she stepped upon flowers they strew'd for her ' Then quoth small Seven	A
'Shall I wear a white gown and have flowers to walk upon ever '	-
All doubtful 'It takes a long time to grow up ' quoth Eleven	A
'You're so little you know and the church is so old it can never	G
Last on till you're tall ' And in whispers because it was old	F
And holy and fraught with strange meaning half felt but not told	F
Full of old parsons' prayers who were dead of old days of old folk	N
Neither heard nor beheld but about us in whispers we spoke	N
Then we went from it softly and ran hand in hand to the strand	F
While bleating of flocks and birds' piping made sweeter the land	F
And Echo came back e'en as Oliver drew to the ferry	M
'O Katie ' 'O Katie ' 'Come on then ' 'Come on then ' 'For see	M
The round sun all red lying low by the tree' 'by the tree '	-
'By the tree ' Ay she mocked him again with her voice sweet and merry	M
'Hie over ' 'Hie over ' 'You man of the ferry' 'the ferry '	-
'You man of the ferry	M
You man of you man of the ferry '	-
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Ay here it was here that we woke her the Echo of old	F
All life of that day seems an echo and many times told	F
Shall I cross by the ferry to morrow and come in my white	F
To that little low church and will Oliver meet me anon	A
Will it all seem an echo from childhood pass'd over pass'd on	A
Will the grave parson bless us Hark hark in the dim failing light	F
I hear her As then the child's voice clear and high sweet and merry	M
Now she mocks the man's tone with 'Hie over Hie over the ferry '	-
'And Katie ' 'And Katie ' 'Art out with the glow worms to night	F
My Katie ' 'My Katie ' For gladness I break into laughter	G
And tears Then it all comes again as from far away years	R
Again some one else oh how softly with laughter comes after	G
Comes after with laughter comes after	G

Jean Ingelow

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