And tamer than upon the tree;

A lovely bird, with azure wings,[22]

And song that said a thousand things,

And seemed to say them all for me!270

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I never saw its like before,

I ne'er shall see its likeness more:

It seemed like me to want a mate,

But was not half so desolate,[23]

And it was come to love me when

None lived to love me so again,

And cheering from my dungeon's brink,

Had brought me back to feel and think.

I know not if it late were free,

Or broke its cage to perch on mine,280

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But knowing well captivity,

Sweet bird! I could not wish for thine!

Or if it were, in wingéd guise,

A visitant from Paradise;

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