Maiden princess of the south;

To a white rose at her mouth.

TO A MOCKING BIRD

TO A MOCKING BIRD

A Rhapsody

Of virgin song unfettered yet!

A part of all that thou hast met,

Sweet mocking bird!

[Pg 47]

All dream or spirit fancy,

Thine infinite necromancy,

Sweet mocking bird?

What matchless dearth of fact!

Bids thee all rapture reinact,

Sweet mocking bird.

Than in thy midnight hour?

By the shadow on the flower,

Sweet mocking bird.

Till such a lyric breath intone?

Yield thee a drink that's all thine own,

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