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His Bill is clasped-his Eye forsook-
His Feathers wilted low-
The Claws that clung, like lifeless Gloves
Indifferent hanging now-
The Joy that in his happy Throat
Was waiting to be poured
Gored through and through with Death, to be
Assassin of a Bird
Resembles to my outraged mind
The firing in Heaven,
On Angels-squandering for you
Their Miracles of Tune-
His Bill Is Clasped'his Eye Forsook'
Emily Dickinson
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Poem topics: death, happy, heaven, joy, bird, mind, throat, forsook, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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