A Love For Winged Things.
[XXXVII., April 12, 1840.] My love flowed e'er for things with wings. When boy I sought for forest fowl, And caged them in rude rushes' mesh, And fed them with my breakfast roll; So that, though fragile were the door, They rarely fled, and even then Would flutter back at faintest call! Man-grown, I charm for men.
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