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72
INSPIRATION
I lay my head on the foolscap page,
Bidden to sing, and being mute;
No help there came with the lovely air
Of the blackbird's magic flute.
Bidden to sing, and being mute;
No help there came with the lovely air
Of the blackbird's magic flute.
My Love ran in, and she kissed my cheek.
Lyrics woke in my blood and rang;
Her hair glowed gold by the foolscap page,
And the barren singer sang.
Lyrics woke in my blood and rang;
Her hair glowed gold by the foolscap page,
And the barren singer sang.
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