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My
Bird |
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My
soul is a scared bird, the highest heaven is nest |
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Fretting
within its body-bars, if finds on earth its nest |
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When rising from its dusty heap this bird of mine
would soar |
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'Twin
find upon the lofty gate the nest it had before |
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Sidrah would receive my bird, when it has winged
its way |
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And on
Empyrean's top, my falcon's foot would stay |
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Over the ample field of earth is fortune's shadow
cast |
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Where
upon wings and pennons borne this bird of mine has
passed |
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No spot in the two worlds it owns, above the
sphere its goal |
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Its
body from the quarry is, from "No Place"
is its soul |
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This only in glorious world my bird its splendor
shows |
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Rosy
bowers of Paradise its daily food bestows |
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