Upon the quivering wire,
As hearkening to a lyre,
The sparrows gather at the break of day.
Perhaps that vibrant string
Is tuned that they may sing
An anthem to the glories of the May.
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THE BIRDS AND THE WIRE · Ruth McEnery Stuart · Poetry Cove