To a Dead Bird
Flying—I beheld her at heaven's gate entreat.
Wounded by the hunter and fallen at my feet
Her ruffled feathers, glazing eyes,
Were as the lost illusion men despise.
Wounded by the hunter and fallen at my feet
Her ruffled feathers, glazing eyes,
Were as the lost illusion men despise.
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