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Lord Alfred Tennyson

Minnie and Winnie

Minnie and Winnie
   Slept in a shell.
Sleep, little ladies!
   And they slept well.
 
Pink was the shell within,
   Silver without;
Sounds of the great sea
   Wander’d about.
 
Sleep, little ladies!
   Wake not soon!
Echo on echo
   Dies to the moon.
 
Two bright stars
   Peep’d into the shell.
“What are you dreaming of?
   Who can tell?”
 
Started a green linnet
   Out of the croft;
Wake, little ladies,
   The sun is aloft!

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