To a Morning Warbler

Sing on, till light and shadow meet,
Blithe spirit of the morning air;
I do not know thy name, nor care —
I only know thy song is sweet,
And that my heart beats thanks to thee.
Made pure by thy minstrelsy.

Sing on, till light and shadow meet,
Blithe spirit of the morning air;
I do not know thy name, nor care —
I only know thy song is sweet,
And that my heart beats thanks to thee,
Made pure by thy minstrelsy.
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