Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 156

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CLVI GIBBERISH
Many a flower have I seen blossom, Many a bird for me will sing.Never heard I so sweet a singer, Never saw I so fair a thing.
She is a bird, a bird that blossoms, She is a flower, a flower that sings;And I a flower when I behold her, And when I hear her, I have wings.

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