Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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BIRD!—BIRD! |
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BIRD!—BIRD!
Bird!—Bird! would I might beBorne skywards—sunwards—ev'n now with thee.
Bird of the daybreak—Lark! happy singer,
That scornest 'midst Earth's bowers of shadow to linger—
When the great Sun is forth in his joy and his might,
And the sky shines in beauty and splendour of light—
One Paradise-Wilderness—glorious and strange,
And paved with the pomp of perpetual change!
Bird!—Bird!—would I might be
Borne skywards—sunwards—e'en now with thee.
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Borne skywards—sunwards—e'en now with thee—
Bird of the Heaven-land—that singest in rapture!
The heart of the listener to conquer and capture—
Thou soarest above this dull world's cloudy sphere,
Without comrade or counsellor—partner or peer—
How look'st it to thee from thy proudly gained height,
Like a world all of freshness, and gladness, and light?
Bird! Bird!—would I might be
Borne skywards—sunwards—e'en now with thee.
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