Till all the alder-coverts dark
Seem sunshine-dappled with his singing.
“‘Come out beneath the unmastered sky,
With its emancipating spaces,
And learn to sing as well as I,
Without premeditated graces.
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“‘Come out! with me the oriole cries,
Escape the demon that pursues you!
And hark! the cuckoo weatherwise,