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ESCAPED.
Just before you came,
There stole into the air
A thought without a name.
There stole into the air
A thought without a name.
Such a pretty thought!
Shy, and faint, and fair,—
I wish I could have caught
Shy, and faint, and fair,—
I wish I could have caught
It when it came,
And brought it unto you;
You would have found its name!
And brought it unto you;
You would have found its name!
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But when I turned, and would
Have gathered it for you,
And clasped it where it stood,
Have gathered it for you,
And clasped it where it stood,
It shook me out a pair
Of unseen little wings,
And vanished in the air.
Of unseen little wings,
And vanished in the air.
Do you like to hear
Such foolish little things?
Ah, truly,—tell me, dear!
Such foolish little things?
Ah, truly,—tell me, dear!
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