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1606 Quite empty, quite at rest, The Robin locks her Nest, and tries her Wings. She does not know a Route But puts her Craft about For rumored Springs— She does not ask for Noon— She does not ask for Boon, Crumbless and homeless, of but one request— The Birds she lost— Edited by Peter Carter
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