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BIRD-LANGUAGE.
Hark, love, while through this wood we walk,
Beneath melodious trees,
How wrens with redbreasts ever talk
What tuneful words they please.
Beneath melodious trees,
How wrens with redbreasts ever talk
What tuneful words they please.
Lured by their feathered clans and sects,
The listener lightly notes
Those airy and dulcet dialects
That bubble from birds' throats.
The listener lightly notes
Those airy and dulcet dialects
That bubble from birds' throats.
Ah, joy, could we once clearly greet
The meanings gay that throng
Their silvery idioms and their sweet
Provincialisms of song!
The meanings gay that throng
Their silvery idioms and their sweet
Provincialisms of song!
No graybeard linguist, love, could vie
With our large learning, then!
You'd speak to me in Redbreast; I
Would answer you in Wren!
With our large learning, then!
You'd speak to me in Redbreast; I
Would answer you in Wren!
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