It stunned them like a bell
Heads drooped, that awaken;
But for despondency drooped;
Not when sleep is taken.
If outrageous to hear
More so, eying the source;
That a throat so shallow
Could vibrate with such force!
Introspective fog, whose
Unreconciled guilts doomed
For that sorry look, when
Out of it a bird loomed!
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