The Poet And The Bird

    Said a people to a poet--- Go out from among us straightway!

    of divine.

    ttle fair broing in teways

    Makes fitter music to our ears thine!

    t  out ingale ceased cing;

    Noness done?

    I cannot sing my eart ing,

    under sun.

    t  out  there---

    to housand wails:---

    And,  there

    as only of ts song, and not tingales.