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Walter de la Mare - Melmillo
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Three and thirty birds there stood 
In an elder in a wood; 
Called Melmillo — flew off three, 
Leaving thirty in the tree; 
Called Melmillo — nine now gone, 
And the boughs held twenty-one; 
Called Melmillo — and eighteen 
Left but three to nod and preen; 
Called Melmillo — three—two—one— 
Now of birds were feathers none. 

Then stole slim Me.millo in 
To that wood all dusk and green, 
And with lean long palms outspread 
Softly a strange dance did tread; 
Not a note of music she 
Had for echoing company; 
All the birds were flown to rest 
In the hollow of her breast; 
In the wood — thorn, elder willow — 
Danced alone — lone danced Melmillo.
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