| Louis Untermeyer, ed. (18851977). Modern British Poetry. 1920. |
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| William Ernest Henley. 18491903 |
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| 8. The Blackbird |
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| THE nightingale has a lyre of gold, | |
| The lark's is a clarion call, | |
| And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute, | |
| But I love him best of all. | |
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| For his song is all of the joy of life, | 5 |
| And we in the mad, spring weather, | |
| We two have listened till he sang | |
| Our hearts and lips together. | |
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