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The Rainbow Bird.
In the heart, a bird of sunshine
Singeth a sweet song:
None can do it wrong
Sweet breath of sunshine!
Singeth a sweet song:
None can do it wrong
Sweet breath of sunshine!
What is this sunny bird
With the rainbow-wings,
That singeth of secret things
The heart only hath heard?
With the rainbow-wings,
That singeth of secret things
The heart only hath heard?
I know not: but lo
The sun shines, and far,
In the blue sky a star
Leapeth white as snow.
The sun shines, and far,
In the blue sky a star
Leapeth white as snow.
And when the night-tides flow
And the stars glisten
In the dark, I listen,
And the bird of moonshine
Sings, where erst
The sun-song burst
From the bird of sunshine.
And the stars glisten
In the dark, I listen,
And the bird of moonshine
Sings, where erst
The sun-song burst
From the bird of sunshine.
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