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1880–1943

IF LIKE THE BIRD

Radclyffe Hall

If like the bird who sits and swings Upon a branch, and blithely sings, I could but spread two faithful wings, And by their aid could smoothly skim

The highest peaks, the summits dim, Until I reached the sunlight's rim, Would I not then in pity gaze Upon the turmoil and the maze

Of earth, and all its foolish ways?

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