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A soft sound caught my
Unlike the other sweetness
And putting by my prosy
I sought the bird that
     made this.
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Perchance a passage -
Had stop't to win my
Or cat-bird had gone
And sung a human
     part -
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So low and tender sung

It charmed my very soul
From top-most bough
     it hung
And let the sweet notes
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It was proved no foreign bird,
Lost in our colder sky,
But blue-jay that I
That instant did he fly.
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He sang unto his mate
In cosy nest close by,
He sang their happy fate.
He sang the sunny sky.
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H bMS Am 1118.95, Box 9

     Altho' he looked so gay and bright
And sat as straight as ever,
Love stole the harshness, from his note
And made his bold heart quaver -

July 1884 / I was attracted by the most
low loving notes & was so
astonished to find it the harsh
blue-jay making love I wrote this -
Perhaps it will please Lizzie

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