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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Birds

By Richard Henry Stoddard (1825–1903)

BIRDS are singing round my window,

Tunes the sweetest ever heard;

And I hang my cage there daily,

But I never catch a bird.

So with thoughts my brain is peopled,

And they sing there all day long;

But they will not fold their pinions

In the little cage of Song!

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