- OW falls it, oriole, thou hast come to fly
- In tropic splendor through our Northern sky?
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- At some glad moment was it nature's choice
- To dower a scrap of sunset with a voice?
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- Or did some orange tulip, flaked with black,
- In some forgotten garden, ages back,
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- Yearning toward Heaven until its wish was heard,
- Desire unspeakably to be a bird?
-- Edgar Fawcett
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3 comments:
"A scrap of sunset with a voice . . . " Enough said.
Lovely, Janet!
Thanks, A! Of all the birds I have in my collection (visitors to my yard), I would like to see a Baltimore Oriole taking up residence. It's on my bird bucket list!
Andy picked my favorite line and you echoed my wish to see a Baltimore Oriole for real (preferably in my back yard)!
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