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THE BIRD.

Her bird in his cage sang songs
Of summer-time and love:
The snow was white on the winter fields,
The sky was dark above.
The tears came into the eyes
Of the lady so fair and wan—
“O bird,” she sobbed, “sing another song!
The summer-time is gone.
“The snow is white on my winter-heart,
And heaven is dark above:
My heart will break if you sing to me
Of summer-time and love.”