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The Humming Bird
Like thoughts that flit across the mind,
Leaving no lasting trace behind;
The humming bird darts to and fro,
Comes, vanishes before we know.
Leaving no lasting trace behind;
The humming bird darts to and fro,
Comes, vanishes before we know.
While thoughts may be but airy things,
That come and go on viewless wings,
Nor form, nor substance e'en possess,
Nor number know, or more, or less;
That come and go on viewless wings,
Nor form, nor substance e'en possess,
Nor number know, or more, or less;
This leaves an image, well defined,
To be a picture of the mind;
Its tiny form and colors bright
In memory live, when lost to sight.
To be a picture of the mind;
Its tiny form and colors bright
In memory live, when lost to sight.
There oft it comes at evening's hour,
To flutter still from flower to flower;
Then vanish midst the gathering shade,
Its momentary visit paid.
To flutter still from flower to flower;
Then vanish midst the gathering shade,
Its momentary visit paid.
Poem No. 317; c. 8 August 1879
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