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When May bedecks the naked trees / With tassels and embroideries, / And many blue-eyed violets beam / Along the edges of the stream, / I hear a voice that seems to say, / Now near at hand, now far away, / _"Witchery -- witchery -- witchery. "_
An incantation so serene, / So innocent, befits the scene: / There's magic in that small bird's note -- / See, there he flits -- the Yellow-throat; / A living sunbeam, tipped with wings, / A spark of light that shines and sings / _"Witchery -- witchery -- witchery. "_