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 I thought the sparrow's note from heaven, Singing at dawn on the alder bough; I brought him home, in his nest, at even; He sings the song, but it cheers not now, For I did not bring home the river and sky; He sang to my ear, they sang to my eye.  Essays and Poems of Emerson - Page 449 by Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1921 - 525 pages Full view -
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