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L'oiseau bleu.
Down with the oar, I toil no more.
Trust to the boat; we rest, we float.
Under the loosestrife and alder we roam
To seek and search for the halcyon's home.
Trust to the boat; we rest, we float.
Under the loosestrife and alder we roam
To seek and search for the halcyon's home.
Blue bird, pause; thou hast no cause
To grudge me the sight of fishbones white.
Thine is the only nest now to find.
Show it me, birdie; be calm, be kind.
To grudge me the sight of fishbones white.
Thine is the only nest now to find.
Show it me, birdie; be calm, be kind.
Wander all day in quest of prey,
Dart and gleam, and ruffle the stream;
Then for the truth that the old folk sing,
Comfort the twilight, and droop thy wing.
Dart and gleam, and ruffle the stream;
Then for the truth that the old folk sing,
Comfort the twilight, and droop thy wing.
September 1877.
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