MISCONCEPTIONS°
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MISCONCEPTIONS°
This is a spray the bird clung to, Making it blossom with pleasure, Ere the high tree-top she sprung to, Fit for her nest and her treasure. Oh, what a hope beyond measure Was the poor spray's, which the flying feet hung to,— So to be singled out, built in, and sung to! This is a heart the Queen leant on, Thrilled in a minute erratic, 10Ere the true bosom she bent on, °11 Meet for love's regal dalmatic°.[page 48] Oh, what a fancy ecstatic Was the poor heart's, ere the wanderer went on— Love to be saved for it, proffered to, spent on!