He would have said, and could himself believe | a | ||||
That the birds there in all the garden round | b | ||||
Had gathered from the day-long voice of Eve | a | ||||
And added to their own, an oversound, | b | ||||
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Her tone of meaning, though without the words. | c | |||
Admittedly an eloquence so soft | d | ||||
Could only have been taken up by birds | c | ||||
When call or laughter carried them aloft. | d | ||||
Be that as may be, she was in their song. | e | ||||
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Moreover, her voice upon their voices crossed | f | |||
Had now re-echoed in the woods so long | e | ||||
That probably they never would be lost. | f | ||||
Never again would birds' song be the same. | g | ||||
And to do that to birds, was why she came. | g | ||||
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