ENCHANTMENT

I never see a blue jay

But I think of her;

Never hear that hoarse "dear--dear"

From a tree-top stir,

And the answering call

Far, far away,

And the flash of azure--

Oh, she would stay

Listening in the forest,

Loitering through the silence,

Hearing calls and singing

All the livelong day!

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