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A little maid was sitting

Upon the wild-brook's edge.

A little Wren came flitting,

And chirrupped from the hedge.

Close up to her he hopped,

With eyes both bright and merry,

And in her lap he dropped

A golden shining berry.

"Eat it never fearing,"

Said the little Wren,

"It will give you hearing

Seldom given to men."

It made her tongue to tingle

When she bit it through,

And straightway all the dingle

Seemed full of words she knew.

She understood the words

The wild brook sang in straying,

And what the woodland birds

Among themselves were saying.

But sweeter than all singing

Of brook or birds above,

She heard the bluebells ringing

The chimes the fairies love.