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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By Josephine PrestonPeabody

1664 Prelude

WORDS, words,

Ye are like birds.

Would I might fold you,

In my hands hold you

Till ye were warm and your feathers a-flutter;

Till, in your throats,

Tremulous notes

Foretold the songs ye would utter.

Words, words,

Ye are all birds!

Would ye might linger

Here on my finger,

Till I kissed each, and then sent you a-winging

Wild, perfect flight,

Through morn to night,

Singing and singing and singing!