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The sun rode high in a cloudless sky / Of a perfect summer morn. / She stood and gazed out into the street, / And wondered why she was born. / On the topmost branch of a maple-tree / That close by the window grew, / A robin called to his mate enthralled: / "I love but you, but you, but you."
A soft look came in her hardened face -- / She had not wept for years; / But the robin's trill, as some sounds will, / Jarred open the door of tears. / She thought of the old home far away; / She heard the whr-r-r of the mill; / She heard the turtle's wild, sweet call, / And the wail of the whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will.