Thoughts
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So fair, so delicate the thoughts, He marvelled they could be his own; He did not dream that they were birds From heaven flown. Birds with a message in their throats, Limpid and golden from the sky. Most wonderful his song. 'Twas strange He knew not why. They fluttered their white wings awhile Then soared again to paradise, Leaving a trail of limpid notes For sacrifice.