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THE BEAN-STALK
HO, Giant! This is I! I have built me a bean-stalk into your sky! La, — but it's lovely, up so high!
This is how I came, — I put Here my knee, there my foot, Up and up, from shoot to shoot — And the blessèd bean-stalk thinning Like the mischief all the time, Till it took me rocking, spinning, In a dizzy, sunny circle, Making angles with the root, Far and out above the cackle Of the city I was born in, Till the little dirty city In the light so sheer and sunny Shone as dazzling bright and pretty As the money that you find In a dream of finding money — What a wind! What a morning! —