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In and out, where lilies blowing
Nod above wild grasses growing,
Where the sweet-fern and the brake
All around rich odors make,
Where the mosses cling and creep
To the rocks, and up the steep—
    In and out
    You wind about,
     Here and there,
     Everywhere!

    Tinkle, tinkle,
    Periwinkle!
     Day is done,
     And the sun
Now its royal couch hath won!
 Homeward through the winding lane,
  Here you go, there you go,
 While the bell in sweet refrain
  Tinkles clear, tinkles low—
Tinkles softly through the gloaming,
"Drop the bars—I'm tired of roaming
Here and there, everywhere
Through the pastures wide and fair,
     Home is best,
     Home and rest!"
Through the bars goes Periwinkle,
While the bell goes tinkle, tinkle,
     Low and clear,
Saying, softly, "Night is here!"