THE SELFSAME SONG
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A bird bills the selfsame song, With never a fault in its flow, That we listened to here those long Long years ago.
A pleasing marvel is how A strain of such rapturous rote Should have gone on thus till now Unchanged in a note!
—But it’s not the selfsame bird.— No: perished to dust is he . . . As also are those who heard That song with me.