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O wicked bird!

Why dampen Keats The prodigious poet on transience and mortality Your mighty song made him question his own sanity But why! Couldnt you cool of his anger and cleanse of his pain? O Feckless Fowl why did Wordsworth recall your song? When he heard the euphonic hymn of the solitary Reaper Shouldnt her song be correlated with the Haunting song of rain? Hovering over the grass, Speckling pavement like splattered ink Milton Calls you the bird of lovers and Shakespeare too The rivers and the suns have a story to tell So does the Flighty and witty impulsive sea. And yet Homer and Eliot evoke you!

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