Love stray'd into an aviary,
For Love is fond of melody;
They brought him out the birds to see,
That Love might choose for you and me.
A mocking bird at first they bring,
The harlequin of birds that sing;
But counterfeits will ne'er agree,
So said Love, with you and me.
The lark his early summons gave,
That wakes to toil the peasant slave;
But morning dreams before him flee;
'Twon't do, said Love, to you and me.
The humming bird, with dancing wing,
Essay'd to flutter and to sing;
He looks too like Inconstancy,
'Twon't do, said Love, for you and me.
They bring him next a turtle dove,
The bird of soul, the bird of love;
The dove, said Love, so fond and true,
Is just the thing for me and you.
A quill from his soft wing I drew,
These verses round his neck I threw;
Kiss the sweet herald, when you see,
And he will bring your kiss to me.
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