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SONGS AND BALLADS STANZAS FOR MUSIC

(FROM AN UNFINISHED DRAMA)

THE FLIGHT OF THE BIRDS

away, Robin,

Whither away?

Is it through envy of the maple-leaf,

Whose blushes mock the crimson of thy breast,

Thou wilt not stay?

The summer days were long, yet all too brief 376