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...light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice 1...

...time I have been half hi love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mus&d rhyme, To tnke into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever...pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still woulrlst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born...

...mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To seize upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring...ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear...

...mused rhjme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To seize upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring...ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear...

...light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear...

...light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I...

...violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been...ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear...

...up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The milrmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I- listen...thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou...

...child, Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take .into...ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear...