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TO A BLACKBIRD
Deep in the lilac,
Pulsing with tune,
Richly you warble
Promise of June.
Brother, you call me
Out to the Spring,
Even as Blondel
Called to the King.
Pulsing with tune,
Richly you warble
Promise of June.
Brother, you call me
Out to the Spring,
Even as Blondel
Called to the King.
Blondel sang England,
Dear and desired;
Blondel sang England,
Leafily shired.
Then was the prison
Broken by words
Smelling of cowslips,
Flashing with birds!
Dear and desired;
Blondel sang England,
Leafily shired.
Then was the prison
Broken by words
Smelling of cowslips,
Flashing with birds!
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Now, as I labour,
Weary for play,
England you carol,
England in May.
Seems it that Blondel,
Vanquishing death,
Lives in your bosom,
Sings with your breath.
Weary for play,
England you carol,
England in May.
Seems it that Blondel,
Vanquishing death,
Lives in your bosom,
Sings with your breath.
Here at my window
Surely you sing
Double the sweetness
Heard by the King:
Deep in the lilac,
Merrily met,
Blackbird and Blondel
Sing a duet!
Surely you sing
Double the sweetness
Heard by the King:
Deep in the lilac,
Merrily met,
Blackbird and Blondel
Sing a duet!
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