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Literary Gazette 8th November 1823, Page 719


Take that singing bird away!
It has too glad a lay
    For an ear so lorn as mine;
And its wings are all too light,
And its feathers are too bright,
    To rest in a bosom like mine.

But bring that bird again
When Winter has changed its strain:
    Its pining will be sweet to me
When soil and stain are on its breast,
And its pinions droop for rest,—
    Oh, then bring that bird to me.

Together, poor bird, we'll pine
Over Beauty's and Hope's decline;
    Yet I'll envy in pitying thee;
Never may the months restore
The sweet Spring they brought before
    To me,—but they will to thee!