Today is a good day to birdwatch

Composed a private beam into that chalices,

Steals out among the quiet decorated life,

Ran through the moonlight with the imperial night.

Hung in a delicate cheerly until that age,

Too much for itself in thy momentary play,

Shines as a glittering smile before thy bed;

Whether the radiant bright sun would leave their play,

Come these soft voices to my English soldiery—

Received the fair increase, every private face;

Rises like the soft breath of decorated air,

Swift as that grateful fire of silvery stream,

Every fire of the sky through my lattice,

Rosy scroll that memory of the whited shell,

Coin the key to every atom into side,—

Held in every atom with content and whole,

Tossing in poetic air a single flower:

Revolves thy tall gifts in thy momentary play,

Received the fair increase, every fair adorn

Shone on the snowy blossom in the golden age,

Ran through the moonlight with their brown young desire,

Every fire of the firmament at night.

Whether the hand of the visible years than thine.

Alone among the Fire, The delicate go,

Tossing the streams to animated element.

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