Unuttered songs fly round my thoughts like birds, And aerially, above an earth of words, Imagined music on my spirit showers From azure-feathered throat and golden tongue. Most dear, of the many songs I cannot sing Yours is the bird of heavenliest wing Whose sunward flight beyond my following towers And leaves me with an impotent harp unstrung.…
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