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Katharine Tynan - StarlingKatharine Tynan - Starling
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The starling in the ivy now,     For to amuse his dear, Mimics the dog, the cat, the cow,     Blackbird and Chanticleer. The starling`s an accomplished mime:     Between his love-making He solaces her brooding-time     By many a madcap thing. He is the saw, the spade, the scythe,     He rings the dinner bell; Chuckles of laughter, small and blithe,     Of self-laudations tell. Now by the battle-field he mocks     As though `twere but a game, Thunder with which the belfry rocks     And the great bursts of flame. Till when the merriment will pall     He turns to love again, Calling his love-sick gurgling call     Above the dying men. Who knows what dream the starling weaves     Of boyhood, soft and clean? A small room under golden eaves     To which the sun looks in. The starling`s talking in the thatch,     Bidding the boy arise; And the door`s opening on the latch     To show -- his mother`s eyes.
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