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Then on a sudden swoop'd The Phœnix down
As though he wore as well as gave The Crown:

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And cried—‘I care not, I, to wait on Kings,
Whose crowns are but the Shadow of my Wings!’
‘Ay,’ was the Answer—‘And, pray, how has sped,
On which it lighted, many a mortal Head?’