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SONG. I. |
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SONG. I.
The bird the summer air that skims,
A pathway leaves in space,
Though it were vain the path it leaves,
With human eye to trace;
The blossom that awhile looks up
In gladness to the eye,
Makes for its own bright, fragrant cup,
A home within the sky.
A pathway leaves in space,
Though it were vain the path it leaves,
With human eye to trace;
The blossom that awhile looks up
In gladness to the eye,
Makes for its own bright, fragrant cup,
A home within the sky.
The bird flies on to other skies
Its pathway all forgot,
The flower yields up its many dies,
The place as it were not;
And thus, 'tis thus will love depart,
Nor leave behind a trace,
Save urn-like from the broken heart,
An incense marks the place.
Its pathway all forgot,
The flower yields up its many dies,
The place as it were not;
And thus, 'tis thus will love depart,
Nor leave behind a trace,
Save urn-like from the broken heart,
An incense marks the place.
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