Grey lichens mid thy hills of creeping thyme
Grow like to fairy forests hung with rime
& fairy money-pots are often found
That spring like little mushrooms out of ground
Some shaped like cups & some in slender trim
Wineglasses like that to the very rim
Are filled with little mystic shining seed
We thought our fortunes promising indeed
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