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Some trill Of all those liquid tones that ring So full of purest poetry, That rhyme, and chime, and thrill, until They fill These vibrant seas of azure air, Whose blue tides bear Their witching sweetness everywhere? SOME TRILL OF ALL THOSE LIQUID TONES THAT RING SO FULL OF PUREST POETRY THAT RHYME AND CHIME AND THRILL UNTIL THEY FILL THESE VIBRANT SEAS OF AZURE AIR WHOSE BLUE TIDES BEAR THEIR WITCHING SWEETNESS EVERYWHERE
 of dear love beneath a greenwood tree. And through it all there runs such saddest plaint, As sweet as lutes, now murmurous, now faint, Till, like the far-heard sighing of the sea, It sweeps in gathering passion past restraint, Then breaks, and croons in mournful minor key. Ah, well-a-day! I listen breathless till I half believe that sorrowing singer still Dreams on divinely by the whispering tree; For in your voice all tenderest heart-strings thrill, And all the woodland’s marvelous minstrelsy! _MY LITTLE MASTER_ O little poet, winging through The sheer, clear blue, Is it the sky you’re singing to? Or is it that afar you see Some leafy, laden apple-tree, And half concealed and half confessed, A nest? Ah, truly now, I would I knew The happy secret of your glee, That joy wherewith you birds are blest, Red-breast! So airy and so light of wing, You soar and sing, I pray, could you not softly fling, My merry minstrel, down to me Some echo of that melody That spills from out your tiny bill?  MY LITTLE MASTER BY EVELING STEYNE READ FOR LIBER VAUXTY ORG BY SILVESTRA LANE O LITTLE POET WINGING THROUGH THIS SHEER CLEAR BLUE IS IT THE SKY YOU'RE SINGING TO OR IS IT THAT AFAR YOU SEE SOME LEAFY LADEN APPLE TREE AND HALF CONCEALED AND HALF CONFESSED A NEST AH TRULY NOW I WOULD I KNEW THE HAPPY SECRET OF YOUR GLEE THAT JOY WHEREWITH YOU BIRDS ARE BLEST RED BREAST SO AIRY AND SO LIGHT OF WING YOU SOAR AND SING I PRAY COULD YOU NOT SOFTLY FLING MY MERRY MINSTREL DOWN TO ME SOME ECHO OF THAT MELODY THAT SPILLS FROM OUT YOUR TINY BILL
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