A Minor Bird
I have wished a
bird would fly away,
And not sing by my
house all day;
Have clapped my
hands at him from the door
When it seemed as
if I could bear no more.
The fault must
partly have been in me.
The bird was not
to blame for his key.
And of course
there must be something very wrong
In wanting to
silence any song.
Robert Frost
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