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with the strings
My heart would feel
And when an hour
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been a most familiar bird
with calmer wings
Taught me my alphabet to say
To lisp my very earliest word
to be a crime
Its down upon my spirit flings
While in the wild wood I did lie
A child with a most knowing eye
That little time
Of late eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
