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 TO A SPARROW

you have no fear to mingle

Wings with those of greater part,

So like me, with song I single

Your sweet impudence of heart.

And when prouder feathers go where

Summer holds her leafy show,

You still come to us from nowhere

Like grey leaves across the snow.

In back ways where odd and end go

To your meals you drop down sure,

Knowing every broken window

Of the hospitable poor.