The Poet's Song

I HID in the world and sang,
And I sang so loud and long
That all the ages rang
With the music of my song.

I sang of the earth and sky,
I sang of the whispering seas,
I sang of the mountains high,
And I sang of the flowers and trees;

I sang of the early spring,
I sang of the dawning day,
I sang, for I had to sing
As the young lambs have to play,

Till heaven and earth were ringing,
And all the people heard,
And they said, " We love his singing,
For his song is the song of the bird."
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