facts in verse.
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She said, I thought this world so wide!
With room for every hope inwrought
Here with the life,—Love, Freedom, aught
To lesser creatures not denied;—
Simply,I knew not what I thought!
With room for every hope inwrought
Here with the life,—Love, Freedom, aught
To lesser creatures not denied;—
Simply,I knew not what I thought!
When the owl leaves his hollow tree,
He ofttimes captures on the wing,
Some poor, belated, panting thing,
A little thrush, perhaps, that free
Fares homeward 'mid June's blossoming.
He ofttimes captures on the wing,
Some poor, belated, panting thing,
A little thrush, perhaps, that free
Fares homeward 'mid June's blossoming.
I envy, God, that little thrush!
He is not hated of his kind;
I envy him his free-born mind,
And last, his home foregone—the hush
Of absence that he leaves behind.
He is not hated of his kind;
I envy him his free-born mind,
And last, his home foregone—the hush
Of absence that he leaves behind.
When with my love, I sought the Fall
But now, and over wave and bird
But now, and over wave and bird
