And you flutter, till you ache All around your mind.— Like a Flag, Like a Flag Flapping at the wind! It happens when you catch the hills As blue as yesterday; You hold your heart in both your hands, Or it would fly away. Yes, it would! Yes, it would! Away—away—away! It makes your heart into a Bird That darts, and leaps, and sings. —Oh, feel my pinafore, high up!— Oh, do you think it's Wings? Do you think— Do you think— Oh, couldn't it be Wings? [Pg 47]
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