Ended, ere it begun —
The Title was scarcely told
When the Preface perished from Consciousness
The Story, unrevealed —
Had it been mine, to print!
Had it been yours, to read!
That it was not Our privilege
The interdict of God —
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The Birds begun at Four o'clock —
Their period for Dawn —
A Music numerous as space —
But neighboring as Noon —
I could not count their Force —
Their Voices did expend
As Brook by Brook bestows itself
To multiply the Pond.
Their Witnesses were not —
Except...