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| There's many a proud wizard from Araby to Egypt Can read the silver writing of the stars as they run; And many a dark gypsy, with a pheasent in his knap-sack Has gathered more by moonshine than wiser men have won; But I know a wizardry Can take a buried acorn, And whisper forests out of it, to tower against the sun. There's many a magician from Bagdad to Benares, Can read for a penny what your futre is to be; And a flock of crazy prophets that by staring in a crystal Can fill it with more fancies than there's herring in the sea; But I know a wizardry Can take a freckled egg-shell, And shake a throstle out of it in every hawthorn tree. There's many a crafty alchemist froim Mecca to Jerusalem, And Michael Scott and Merlin were reckoned very wise; But I know a wizardry can take a wisp of -sun-fire ANd round it to a planet, and roll it through the skies, With cities, and sea-ports, And little shining windows, And hedge-rows, and gardens, and loving human eyes. |