<h2><SPAN name="THE_LOVER_AND_BIRDS" id="THE_LOVER_AND_BIRDS"></SPAN>THE LOVER AND BIRDS</h2>
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<span class="i8">Within a budding grove,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">In April's ear sang every bird his best,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">But not a song to pleasure my unrest,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Or touch the tears unwept of bitter love;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Some spake, methought, with pity, some as if in jest.<br/></span>
<span class="i12">To every word<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Of every bird<br/></span>
<span class="i8">I listen'd, and replied as it behove.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i8">Scream'd Chaffinch, 'Sweet, sweet, sweet!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Pretty lovey, come and meet me here!'<br/></span>
<span class="i0">'Chaffinch,' quoth I, 'be dumb awhile, in fear<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Thy darling prove no better than a cheat,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And never come, or fly when wintry days appear.'<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Yet from a twig,<br/></span>
<span class="i12">With voice so big,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">The little fowl his utterance did repeat.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_29" id="Page_29"></SPAN>[29]</span><span class="i8">Then I, 'The man forlorn<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Hears Earth send up a foolish noise aloft.'<br/></span>
<span class="i0">'And what'll he do? What'll he do?' scoff'd<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The Blackbird, standing, in an ancient thorn,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Then spread his sooty wings and flitted to the croft<br/></span>
<span class="i12">With cackling laugh;<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Whom I, being half<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Enraged, called after, giving back his scorn.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i8">Worse mock'd the Thrush, 'Die! die!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Oh, could he do it? could he do it? Nay!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Be quick! be quick! Here, here, here!' (went his lay.)<br/></span>
<span class="i0">'Take heed! take heed!' then 'Why? why? why? why? why?<br/></span>
<span class="i0">See-ee now! see-ee now!' (he drawl'd) 'Back! back! back! R-r-r-run away!'<br/></span>
<span class="i12">O Thrush, be still!<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Or at thy will,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Seek some less sad interpreter than I.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i8">'Air, air! blue air and white!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Whither I flee, whither, O whither, O whither I flee!'<br/></span>
<span class="i0">(Thus the Lark hurried, mounting from the lea)<br/></span>
<span class="i0">'Hills, countries, many waters glittering bright,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Whither I see, whither I see! deeper, deeper, deeper, whither I see, see, see!'<br/></span><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_30" id="Page_30"></SPAN>[30]</span>
<span class="i12">'Gay Lark,' I said,<br/></span>
<span class="i12">'The song that's bred<br/></span>
<span class="i8">In happy nest may well to heaven make flight.'<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i8">'There's something, something sad,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I half remember'—piped a broken strain.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Well sung, sweet Robin! Robin sung again.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">'Spring's opening cheerily, cheerily! be we glad!'<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Which moved, I wist not why, me melancholy mad,<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Till now, grown meek,<br/></span>
<span class="i12">With wetted cheek,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Most comforting and gentle thoughts I had.<br/></span></div>
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