My rainbow beckons from the sky,
This hill I'll cross to touch its hues;
A taller stands behind, hidden
From sight; mountains and vales
On I walk, closer to my dale:
Hoppety skip, hoppety skip,
One step back each time;
Journey prolonged;
Hand of fate? or siren's call?
A shady bower to rest awhile,
Soon storms and gales come crashing by!
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