hour! heart the word Of the mocking-bird! Hear! hear! hear!
Twill mako all clear; will let, you know Where the footfalls 90 That through the thicket and over Allure, allure, How the bird-voice cleaver Through the weft of leaves With a teap and a thrill Like the flash of a weaver's shuttle, swift and sudden and sure!
And Jo, ho ix gone—cvgn while I turn 'The wisdom of his runes to learn. He knows the mystery of the wood, The secret of the solitude; But he will not tell, "he wi not tell, For all' he promises so well.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.