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It did not surprise me
So I said—or thought
She will stir her pinions
And the nest forgot
Traverse broader forests
Build in gayer boughs
Breathe in Ear more modern
God's old fashioned vows
This was but a Birdling
What and if it be
One within my bosom
Had departed me?
This was but a story
What and if indeed
There were just such coffin
In the heart instead?