 | The poems and stories of Fitz-James O'Brien |  |
IV.
Then the work-girl rose from her rickety chair,And opened the door that led on the stair,
While swift overhead the Sewing Bird flew,
And carolled and fluttered as if it knew
That it led her spirit in threads as strong
As the chains of love or the poet's song;
While ever there rang through the corridor hollow
The silvery strain of “Follow! Follow!”
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