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WIND ON THE LYRE by GEORGE MEREDITH

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First Line: THAT WAS THE CHIRP OF ARIEL
Last Line: THE BLOOD OF US A LIGHTED DEW.
Subject(s): DRAMATISTS; PLAYS & PLAYWRIGHTS; POETRY & POETS; SHAKESPEARE, WILLIAM (1564-1616); SINGING & SINGERS;
THAT was the chirp of Ariel
You heard, as overhead it flew,
The farther going more to dwell,
And wing our green to wed our blue;
But whether note of joy or knell,
Not his own Father-singer knew;
Nor yet can any mortal tell,
Save only how it shivers through;
The breast of us a sounded shell,
The blood of us a lighted dew.



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