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Against her ankles as she trod The lucky buttercups did nod.

Jean Ingelow

Against her ankles as she trod The lucky buttercups did nod.

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About Jean Ingelow

Jean Ingelow (17 March 1820 – 20 July 1897) was an English poet and novelist, who gained sudden fame in 1863. She also wrote several stories for children.