Oct 302013
Do you, merry bird bright upon the sill,
Watch with quick eyes a twitching quill?  
For what do you sing, merry bird,             
Trilling on the sill without a word?
Do you trill for liberty while I toil,            
Burnishing words by midnight oil             
That all men might sing in gathering night
As you do, careless and light?

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