The Wise Bird In Day's Heat
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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The Wise Bird in day's heat
Sits perched.
Some murmurings she makes.
Her Wisdom like to liquid I the Glass
Rises and falls,
Yet falls not as to eject Wisdom away.
Wisdom to her attaches.
It be a habit
Virtue I shall say.
And when she sings I know that she feels
Wise.
For I knew that before and I know still.
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