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THE BIRD AT SEA.




Bird of the greenwood!
    Oh! why art thou here?
Leaves dance not o'er thee,
    Flowers bloom not near.
All the sweet waters
    Far hence are at play—
    Bird of the greenwood!
    Away, away!

Where the mast quivers,
    Thy place will not be,
As midst the waving
    Of wild rose and tree.