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First Line: Ah, sweet the birds are singing, and mead
Last Line: And laughs, and knows no reason. ... God, how I hate it all!
Subject(s): Birds; Hate


AH, sweet the birds are singing, and mead and shaw are green;
The sky shines like a mirror, by winds and rain washed clean;
The flocks are out to pasture, the world wends two by two;
The sheety mill-pond captures high noon's remotest blue,
And even in the city I wot that sparrows sing,
And sickly shoots of leafage take color of the spring—
And universal gladness in every heart doth call
And laughs, and knows no reason. ... God, how I hate it all!





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