Wanderers by Walter de la Mare
Wide are the meadows of night, And daisies are shinng there, Tossing their lovely dews, Lustrous and fair;
And through these sweet fields go, Wanderers amid the stars -- Venus, Mercury, Uranus, Neptune, Saturn, Jupiter, Mars.
'Tired in their silver, they move, And circling, whisper and say, Fair are the blossoming meads of delight Through which we stray.
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