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O were I not a clod, intent / On being just an earthly thing, / I'd be that rare embodiment / Of Heart and Spirit, Voice and Wing, / With pure, ecstatic, rapture-sent, / Divinely-tender twittering / That Echo swoons to re-present, -- / A bluebird in the Spring.