Sweet mocking bird.

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Such music calls, can life forget?

The all of all that thou hast met,

Sweet mocking bird!

THE MYSTERY

THE MYSTERY

Lies not on any whole or part,

Men hang upon their eyes.

Two men may see the self-same mote—

And learn what souls and systems are.

FAME

FAME

Triumphant Day's grand pageantry

At song, and all the garlands won,

Far in the west the queenly Eve,

Blue misty mantled, takes her leave,

Tiaraed with a Sun.

And Lo! Sweet night, a nut-brown maid,

With silent wonder pursing lips,

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