FastSaying

Across the noisy street I hear him careless throw One warning utterance sweet; Then faint at first, and low, The full notes closer grow; Hard, what a torrent gush! They pour, they overflow-- Sing on, sing on, O thrush!

Henry Austin Dobson

Henry Austin Dobson

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