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WITHIN a churchyard, on a recent grave, / I saw a little cage / That jailed a goldfinch. All was silence save / Its hops from stage to stage.
There was inquiry in its wistful eye, / And once it tried to sing; / Of him or her who placed it there, and why, / No one knew anything.