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Poor solitary bird, that pour'st thy lay; / Or haply mournest the sweet season gone: / As chilly night and winter hurry on, / And day-light fades and summer flies away; / If as the cares that swell thy little throat / Thou knew'st alike the woes that wound my rest.
Ah, thou wouldst house thee in this kindred breast, / And mix with mine thy melancholy note.