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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396942" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Two Blackbirds</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A blackbird in a wicker cage, <br>That hung and swung 'mid fruits and flowers, <br>Had learnt the song-charm, to assuage <br>The drearness of its wingless hours. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ever when the song was heard, <br>From trees that shade the grassy plot <br>Warbled another glossy bird, <br>Whose mate not long ago was shot. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strange anguish in that creature's breast, <br>Unwept like human grief, unsaid, <br>Has quickened in its lonely nest <br>A living impulse from the dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not to console its own wild smart, - <br>But with a kindling instinct strong, <br>The novel feeling of its heart <br>Beats for the captive bird of song. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when those mellow notes are still, <br>It hops from off its choral perch, <br>O'er path and sward, with busy bill, <br>All grateful gifts to peck and search. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Store of ouzel dainties choice <br>To those white swinging bars it brings; <br>And with a low consoling voice <br>It talks between its fluttering wings. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deeply in their bitter grief <br>Those sufferers reciprocate, <br>The one sings for its woodland life, <br>The other for its murdered mate. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But deeper doth the secret prove, <br>Uniting those sad creatures so; <br>Humanity's great link of love, <br>The common sympathy of woe. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well divined from day to day <br>Is the swift speech between them twain; <br>For when the bird is scared away, <br>The captive bursts to song again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet daily with its flattering voice, <br>Talking amid its fluttering wings, <br>Store of ouzel dainties choice <br>With busy bill the poor bird brings. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And shall I say, till weak with age <br>Down from its drowsy branch it drops, <br>It will not leave that captive cage, <br>Nor cease those busy searching hops? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, no! the moral will not strain; <br>Another sense will make it range, <br>Another mate will soothe its pain, <br>Another season work a change. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But thro' the live-long summer, tried, <br>A pure devotion we may see; <br>The ebb and flow of Nature's tide; <br>A self-forgetful sympathy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Meredith">George Meredith</a><div class=q>
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That hung and swung 'mid fruits and flowers, 
Had learnt the song-charm, to assuage 
The drearness of its wingless hours. 

And ever when the song was heard, 
From trees that shade the grassy plot 
Warbled another gl..."></div>
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