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Between the cliff-rise and the beach
A slip of emerald I own;
With fig and olive, almond, peach,
cherry and plum-tree overgrown;
Glad-watered by a crystal spring
That carols through the silver night,
And populous with birds who sing
Gay madrigals for my delight.
Some merchants fain would buy my land
To build a stately pleasure dome.
Poor fools! they cannot understand
how pricelessly it is my home!
So luminous with living wings,
So musical with feathered joy . . .
Not for all pleasure fortune brings,
Would I such ecstasy destroy.
A thousand birds are in my grove,
Melodious from morn to night;
My fruit trees are their treasure trove,
Their happiness is my delight.
And through the sweet and shining days
They know their lover and their friend;
So I will shield in peace and praise
My innocents unto the end.
Robert William Service
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Comments about this poem (Bird Sanctuary
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Robert William Service
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Danuta Glendenning (3/23/2007 6:04:00 PM)
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There is such foresight in this poet. Today we fight to keep some pieces of natural land in tact, then, nobody anticipated the ruination of our planed through greed.
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Danuta Glendenning (3/23/2007 6:03:00 PM)
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There is such foresight in this poet. Who could then know that greed and over development would destroy all, but some, of our natural heritage places? !
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