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Fairies, arouse! Mix with your song Harplet and pipe, Thrilling and clear, Swarm on the boughs! Chant in a throng! Morning is ripe, Waiting to hear.

William Allingham

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William Allingham
Age: 65 †
Born: 1824
Born: March 19
Died: 1889
Died: November 18
Poet
Writer
Clear
Arouse
Song
Ripe
Pipe
Throng
Thrilling
Swarm
Fairy
Boughs
Hear
Chant
Morning
Swarms
Waiting
Fairies

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