39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot, Traverse broader forests— Build in gayer boughs, Breathe in Ear more modern God`s old fashioned vows— This was but a Birdling— What and if it be One within my bosom Had departed me? This was but a story— What and if indeed There were just such coffin In the heart instead?SourceThe script ran 0 seconds.
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