Robert Browning
London / England
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Misconceptions

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This is a spray the Bird clung to,
Making it blossom with pleasure,
Ere the high tree-top she sprang to,
Fit for her nest and her treasure.
Oh, what a hope beyond measure
Was the poor spray's, which the flying feet hung to,---
So to be singled out, built in, and sung to!
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Geoffrey Plowden 29 November 2018
Obviously Browning wrote sprung to in the first stanza. Can it be corrected?
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