Birdcraft/Fawcett Edgar quote

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When the mild gold stars flower out,
As the summer gleaming goes,
A dim shape quivers about
Some sweet rich heart of a rose.
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Then you, by thoughts of it stirred,
Still dreamily question them:
“Is it a gem, half bird,

Or is it a bird, half gem?”