A Bird in the Solitude Singing
From the wreck of my past, which hath perish'd, Thus much I at least may recall, It hath taught me that which I most cherish'd Deserved to be dearest of all: In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee. Lord Byron
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