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A Bird's Flight
From some bright cloudlet dropping;
From branch to blossom hopping;
Then drinking from a small brown stone
That stood alone
Amid the brook; then, singing,
Upspringing,
It soared: my bird had flown.
From branch to blossom hopping;
Then drinking from a small brown stone
That stood alone
Amid the brook; then, singing,
Upspringing,
It soared: my bird had flown.
A glimpse of beauty only
That left the glen more lonely?
Nay, truly; for its song and flight
Made earth more bright!
If men were less regretful
And fretful,
Would life yield less delight?
That left the glen more lonely?
Nay, truly; for its song and flight
Made earth more bright!
If men were less regretful
And fretful,
Would life yield less delight?
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