The Lady feeds Her little Bird
The Lady feeds Her little Bird
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The Lady feeds Her little Bird
At rarer intervals-
The little Bird would not dissent
But meekly recognize
The Gulf between the Hand and Her
And crumbless and afar
And fainting, on Her yellow Knee
Fall softly, and adore-
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The Lady feeds Her little Bird
At rarer intervals-
The little Bird would not dissent
But meekly recognize
The Gulf between the Hand and Her
And crumbless and afar
And fainting, on Her yellow Knee
Fall softly, and adore-