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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=124571" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=124571" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A bud has burst on the upper bough <br>(The linnet sang in my heart to-day); <br>I know where the pale green grasses show <br>By a tiny runnel, off the way, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=124571" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And the earth is wet. <br>(A cuckoo said in my brain: "Not yet.") <br>I nabbed the fly in a briar rose <br>(The linnet to-day in my heart did sing) ; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=124571" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Last night, my head tucked under my wing, <br>I dreamed of a green moon-moth that glows <br>Thro' ferns of June. <br>(A cuckoo said in my brain: "So soon?") </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=124571" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Good-bye, for the pretty leaves are down <br>(The linnet sang in my heart to-day) ; <br>The last gold bit of upland 's mown,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=124571" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And most of summer has blown away <br>Thro' the garden gate. <br>(A cuckoo said in my brain: "Too late.")</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Trumbull+Stickney">Trumbull Stickney</a></strong> from <em><a href="http://sources.citatepedia.com/from.php?a=Trumbull+Stickney&d=Dramatic+Verses">Dramatic Verses</a></em></div>