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ILLUSION by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL

First Line: DAINTY BUTTERCUP, MY BIRD
Last Line: T IS YOUR IMAGE THAT YOU SEE!
DAINTY Buttercup, my bird,
Dances at the mirror, stirred
By an ecstasy of song;
Tosses wing, pipes loud and long;
For this new mate, breast to breast,
Seems of golden birds the best.

Ah, my foolish little love,
Just such fantasy doth move
Your sweet spirit, when you find
Treasure in my heart or mind;
'T is not anything in me --
'T is your image that you see!



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