Epigrams of art, life, and nature By William Watson |
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Epigrams of art, life, and nature | ||
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[Thou dost but flit, my merle! from tree to tree]
Thou dost but flit, my merle! from tree to tree,While on the heights of morn the lark is loud.
Thou hast no wish thy native world to flee,
Knowing the star is far, and dense the cloud.
Epigrams of art, life, and nature | ||