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Updated: May 24, 2025
Lord of the Lleod, Whose home is the air, Winters a thousand Abideth the bird. Hapless and heavy then Waxeth the hazy wing; Year-worn and old in the Whirl of the earth. Then the high holt-top, Mounting, the bird soars; There, where the winds sleep, He buildeth a nest; Gums the most precious, and Balms of the sweetest, Spices and odours, he Weaves in the nest.
Lord of the Lleod, Whose home is the air, Winters a thousand Abideth the bird. Hapless and heavy then Waxeth the hazy wing; Year-worn and old in the Whirl of the earth. Then the high holt-top, Mounting, the bird soars; There, where the winds sleep, He buildeth a nest; Gums the most precious, and Balms of the sweetest, Spices and odours, he Weaves in the nest.
But now, at last, on a flaming June day, she found herself happy; her tedious wait was ended; her year-worn advertisement had been answered; and not by a village applicant, no, no! this letter was from away off yonder in the dim great world to the North; it was from St. Louis.
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