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VII.
What was it jarred the vision and the spell,And brought the reflux of the day and place?
Athwart the bird's song clanged a brazen bell.
Nature's improvisations could not face
That domineering voice; and in the race
Of rival tongues the Bell outrang the Bird,—
The swinging, clamoring brass which all the city heard.
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