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AUTHOR UNKNOWN
The honey-throated nightingale, our Musa the blue-eyedThis narrow tomb claimed suddenly where she doth voiceless bide:
For all her art and all her fame, stone-still she lies to-day:
And over thee, our Musa fair, light lie the dust for aye.
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