Explore "The Scarlet Gown: THE BANISHED BEJANT FROM THE UNPUBLISHED REMAINS OF EDGAR ALLAN POE" by Robert Fuller Murray on Textopian.
As those who hear a sweet bird sing, / And love each song it sings the best, / Grieve when they see it taking wing / And flying to another nest:
We, who have heard your voice so oft, / And loved it more than we can tell, / Our hearts grow sad, our voices soft, / Our eyes grow dim, to say farewell.