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A SONG.

[What is sharp as tiger's claws]

What is sharp as tiger's claws,
Gentler than a linnet's wing,
Sweeping as a mountain flood,
Fragile as a primrose-bud,
Gay as crescent moon in Spring,
Sweet as song when singers pause?
Mournfuller than Autumn skies
Where the shroud of Summer lies,
Mystic as the stars above,
Light as wind and deep as death,
Pure as breath
A maiden draws
Lull'd with music? This is Love.