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Rh Thou gay-plumed bird, they bring thee sugar'd meat,

Use flattering words, caressing while they cheat;

Were I a gay-plumed bird, that sweetened waste

Were worse than very poison to my taste,

Thou gay-plumed bird!

Thou luckless bird! Alas! and thou hast lost

That plumage, once thy brightness and thy boast!

Were I a gay-plumed bird, I could not dwell

A prisoner in thy solitary cell,

Thou gay-plumed bird!