The Lady feeds Her little Bird


The Lady feeds Her little Bird
At rarer intervals
The little Bird would not dissent
But meekly recognize

The Gulf between the Hand and Her
And crumbless and afar
And fainting, on Her yellow Knee
Fall softly, and adore


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The Lady feeds Her little Bird