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Thomas Hardy - In A Museum
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Here`s the mould of a musical bird long passed from light, 
Which over the earth before man came was winging; 
There`s a contralto voice I heard last night, 
That lodges with me still in its sweet singing.

      II

Such a dream is Time that the coo of this ancient bird 
Has perished not, but is blent, or will be blending 
Mid visionless wilds of space with the voice that I heard, 
In the full-fuged song of the universe unending.
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