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 PON this leafy bush
 * With thorns and roses in it,

Flutters a thing of light,
 * A twittering linnet.

And all the throbbing world
 * Of dew and sun and air

By this small parcel of life
 * Is made more fair;

As if each bramble-spray
 * And mounded gold-wreathed furze,

Harebell and little thyme,
 * Were only hers;

As if this beauty and grace
 * Did to one bird belong,

And, at a flutter of wing,
 * Might vanish in song.