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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  An American Anthology, 1787–1900.  1900.
933. Song
By Francis Howard Williams
  A BIRD in my bower
    Sat calling, a-calling;
A bird answered low from the garden afar.
  His note came with power,
    While falling, a-falling,        5
Her note quivered faint as the light of a star.
  “I am Life! I am Life!”
    From the bower a-ringing,
Trilled forth a mad melody, soaring above;
  “I am Love! I am Love!”        10
    From the garden a-singing,
Came soft as a dream, and the echoes sang “Love.”
  They joined, and together
    Fast flying, a-flying,
Were lost to my gaze in the arch of the sky.        15
  The wind through the heather
    Is sighing, a-sighing;
Ah! how should it ever do other than sigh?
  Where art thou, where art thou,
    Life, flying, a-flying?        20
Where art thou, O Love, sweetest child of the dawn?
  The song in the meadow
    Is dying, a-dying;
My heart groweth heavy, and whispereth—“Gone.”


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