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"Hark! Hark!"
No sight of it, only the song,
Hours long;
Hidden in the sun, yet near—
See, see the tiny trilling dot appear,
To disappear!
Hours long;
Hidden in the sun, yet near—
See, see the tiny trilling dot appear,
To disappear!
As if a pranking star had lowered it
By a thread
Over the listener's head,
(Scarce swinging),
And then
Had pulled it up again,
Up, up, to the impenetrable blue,
And through—
Still singing!
By a thread
Over the listener's head,
(Scarce swinging),
And then
Had pulled it up again,
Up, up, to the impenetrable blue,
And through—
Still singing!
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