O were I not a clod, intent
On being just an earthly thing,
I'd be that rare embodiment
Of Heart and Spirit, Voice and Wing,
With pure, ecstatic, rapture-sent,
Divinely-tender twittering
That Echo swoons to re-present, -
A bluebird in the Spring.
A Song By Uncle Sidney
James Whitcomb Riley
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