A feather from the Whippoorwill
A feather from the Whippoorwill
That everlasting sings!
Whose galleries are Sunrise
Whose Opera the Springs
Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
Of mellow murmuring thread
Whose Beryl Egg, what Schoolboys hunt
In “Recess” Overhead!
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