fly away chickadee
I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;
And not sing by my house all day;
Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.
The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.
The bird was not to blame for his key.
And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.
In wanting to silence any song.
~ A Minor Bird, Robert Frost
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Snow beneath whose chilly softness
Some that never lay
Make their first Repose this Winter
I admonish TheeBlanket Wealthier the Neighbor
We so new bestow
Than thine acclimated Creature
Wilt Thou, Austere Snow?
~ Snow beneath whose chilly softness (Emily Dickinson)
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