A blue jay, a beautiful blue jay,
Humming melodies, harmonious melodies.
A verse, a young verse, develops into a phrase, a youth phrase,
still waiting to be sung. ...
If you have revisited the town, thin Shade,
Whether to look upon your monument
(I wonder if the builder has been paid)
Or happier-thoughted when the day is spent
To drink of that salt breath out of the sea
When grey gulls flit about instead of men,
And the gaunt houses put on majesty:
Let these content you and be gone again;
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