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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