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Wild little bird, who chose thee for a sign / To put upon the cover of this book? / Who heard thee singing in the distance dim, / The vague, far greenness of the enshrouding wood, / When the damp freshness of the morning earth / Was full of pungent sweetness and thy song?
Who followed over moss and twisted roots, / And pushed through the wet leaves of trailing vines / Where slanting sunbeams gleamed uncertainly, / While ever clearer came the dropping notes, / Until, at last, two widening trunks disclosed / Thee singing on a spray of branching beech, / Hidden, then seen; and always that same song / Of joyful sweetness, rapture incarnate, / Filled the hushed, rustling stillness of the wood?