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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CHARADE: 13, by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL Poet's Biography
First Line: My first has spread her darksome wing
Last Line: Tis but a tiny preposition.
Subject(s): Birds; Nightingales
First Line: My first has spread her darksome wing
Last Line: Tis but a tiny preposition.
Subject(s): Birds; Nightingales
MY first had spread her darksome wing
O'er all the loveliness of spring;
My third arose with mournful wail—
The young leaves told their first sad tale,
The old oak groaned, the flowerets sighed,
The hawthorn bloom was scattered wide:
But ere my gloomy first had passed,
When silent was my third at last,
My whole awoke the moonlight dell
To list the sweet tale she could tell;
Then mingled, in strange harmony,
Silence and sweetest melody.
'Your second, why such strange omission?'
'Tis but a tiny preposition.
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