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Wild bird, whose warble, liquid sweet, / Rings Eden thro' the budded quicks, / O tell me where the senses mix, / O tell me where the passions meet,
Whence radiate: fierce extremes employ / Thy spirits in the darkening leaf, / And in the midmost heart of grief / Thy passion clasps a secret joy: