| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Madrigal | | By Mabel Linn |
| | | MY thoughts are flocks of little birds | |
| That sing upon my lips all day: | |
| Gaily they wing their joyous way; | |
| My thoughts are flocks of little birds. | |
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| They have no need of empty words | 5 |
| To sweetly pipe their blissful lay; | |
| My thoughts are flocks of little birds | |
| That sing upon my lips all day. | |
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| Like dipping flight of little birds | |
| Aflash among the fragrant may, | 10 |
| More silver-white than foamy curds, | |
| Their wings make music all the day. | |
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| No shepherd boy with pipe astray | |
| Flutes half so sweet among his herds | |
| As do my thoughts, like little birds, | 15 |
| That sing their gladness all the day. | | | | |
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