Like rolling mountains shining in the sun,
I caught an imp or goblin to-and-fro
Within a magic sleigh and bound for fun.
He laughed three times and then he disappeared
To reappear a little further on
To catch me at my window, when I feared
That in a moment more he would be gone.
I did not hide – nor did he flit away,
But both of us continued as we were:
While I stood fast, he chuckled in his sleigh,
And all that happened next passed to a blur.
When I awoke a twinkle in the sky
Alerted me to night and said goodbye.
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