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32 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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Then I, "The man forlorn, Hears earth send up a foolish noise aloft." " And what'll he do? What'll he do?" scoffed
The Blackbird, standing in an ancient thorn,
Then spread his sooty wings and flitted to the croft,
With cackling laugh,
Whom, I, being half
Enraged, called after, giving back his scorn.
Worse mocked the Thrush, "Die ! die ! Oh, could he do it ? Could he do it ? Nay ! Be quick ! be quick ! Here, here, here !'' (went his lay) "Take heed ! take heed ! " then, "Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? See-See now! see-ee now!" (he drawled) "Back! Back ! Back ! R-,r-r-run away ! " Oh, Thrush, be still, Or at thy will Seek some less sad interpreter than I!
" Air ! air ! blue air and white ! Whither I flee, whither, O whither, O whither I flee ! " (Thus the Lark hurried, mounting from the lea)
" Hills, countries, many waters glittering bright Whither I see, whither I see ! Deeper, deeper, deeper, whither I see, see, see ! "
"Gay Lark," I said, "The sOng that's bred In happy nest may well to heaven take flight!"
"There's something, something-sad, I half remember," piped a broken strain ; Well sung, sweet Robin ! Robin, sing again. |
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