Bellbirds.
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Or a tiny crystal runnel
Dropping down from stone to stone,
With a liquid splash of music
Into fairy bubbles blown.
Dropping down from stone to stone,
With a liquid splash of music
Into fairy bubbles blown.
Bellbirds! bellbirds! through the weaving
Of that sweet tautology
Runs a linking note of beauty
Tuned to some high symphony,
Of that sweet tautology
Runs a linking note of beauty
Tuned to some high symphony,
Far beyond your narrow vision,
Far beyond my larger view,
Yet the key-note has been given
As an instinct unto you.
Far beyond my larger view,
Yet the key-note has been given
As an instinct unto you.
And for you, O! happy bellbirds,
Life itself is harmony,
All your will, and all your duty
Is just happily to be,
Life itself is harmony,
All your will, and all your duty
Is just happily to be,
Just to be—a simple charter
With the freedom of the sky,
Powers to wishes finely suited
Pinions, and desire to fly.
With the freedom of the sky,
Powers to wishes finely suited
Pinions, and desire to fly.
