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It did not surprise me—
So I said—or thought—
She will stir her pinions
And the nest forgot,

Traverse broader forests—
Build in gayer boughs,
Breathe in Ear more modern
God’s old fashioned vows—

This was but a Birdling—
What and if it be
One within my *****
Had departed me?

This was but a story—
What and if indeed
There were just such coffin
In the heart instead?