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THE SPARROW'S NEST.
Look, five blue eggs are gleaming there!
She look'd at it as if she fear'd it;
And love, and thought, and joy. 10.
Yet are they here?—the same unbroken knot
Men, Women, Children, yea the frame
Of the whole Spectacle the same!
That on their Gipsy-faces falls,
Their bed of straw and blanket-walls. —Twelve hours, twelve bounteous hours, are gone while I Have been a Traveller under open sky,
Much witnessing of change and chear,
Yet as I left I find them here!
The weary Sun betook himself to rest.