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A Sunny shaft did I behold,
From sky to earth it slanted:
And poised therein a bird so bold—
Sweet bird, thou wert enchanted!
He sank, he rose, he twinkled, he trolled
Within that shaft of sunny mist;
His eyes of fire, his beak of gold,
All else of amethyst!
And thus he sang: ‘Adieu! adieu!
Love’s dreams prove seldom true.
The blossoms they make no delay:
The sparkling dewdrops will not stay.
Sweet month of May,
We must away;
Far, far away!
Today! today!’
Zapolya: A Christmas Tale (1816)
