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WRITTEN ON DELIA, LISTENING TO HER CANARY-BIRD.
When thoughtless Delia unconcern’d surveys Her plumy captive, as he leans to sing, Lo! while she smiles, the fascination stays The little heaven of its airy wing. Ah! so she tastes the sorrows I impart, Smiles at the sound, but never feels my pain; And many a glance deludes my captive heart To sigh in numbers, tho’ I sigh in vain!