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NATURE
I had rather dwell like herThan be Duke of Exeter,Royalty enough for meTo subdue the bumble-bee!
XII
TO hear an oriole singMay be a common thing,Or only a divine.
It is not of the birdWho sings the same, unheard,As unto crowd.
The fashion of the earAttireth that it hearIn dun or fair.
So whether it be rune,Or whether it be none,Is of within;
The “tune is in the tree,”The sceptic showeth me;“No, sir! In thee!”
XIII
ONE of the ones that Midas touched,Who failed to touch us all,Was that confiding prodigal,The blissful oriole.
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