I
no! no!
Bird in the darkness singing,
I will not forget!
Trill me thy tender lay again,—
Thy song of passion and of pain;
Set all the sweet vale ringing
With thy canzonet.
Cling to thy branch, O bird, and cry,
“Love me, my love, or let me die!”
With ecstasy I hear thee...
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Sweet-breathed and young,
The people’s daughter,
No nerves unstrung,
Going to slaughter!“Good morning, friends,
You ’ll love us better,—
Make us amends:
We ’ve burst your fetter!“How the sun gleams!
(Women are snarling):
Give me your beams,
Liberty’s darling!“Marie ’s my name;...