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From riven and shattered azure mansions burst
Our long-loved hoped-for joys! Starkly in view
Pale-pink, and shuddering 'mid the fragments blue!
How brief the yearning glance thou wilt allow,
In thy fluff-feathered, fostering zeal, I know
Truly, O Love! But when thy callow brood
Stretch wide their yellow mouths agape for food,
My fondness then will overhanging doat
While filling wistfully each tittering throat.
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