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125 Literary Gazette 8th November 1823, Page 719

THE BIRD. Take that singing bird away! It has too glad a lay For an ear so lorn as mine; And its wings are all too light, And its feathers are too bright, To rest in a bosom like mine.

But bring that bird again When Winter has changed its strain: Its pining will be sweet to me When soil and stain are on its breast, And its pinions droop for rest,— Oh, then bring that bird to me.

Together, poor bird, we'll pine Over Beauty's and Hope's decline; Yet I'll envy in pitying thee; Never may the months restore The sweet Spring they brought before To me,—but they will to thee!