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<h2> <i>Ridgely Torrence</i> </h2>
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(Who felt that the Bird did not sufficiently uphold Art.)</p>
<h3> THE FOWL OF A THOUSAND FLIGHTS </h3>
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<p class="i2"> Grackle, Grackle on your tree, </p>
<p class="i4"> There's something wrong to-day, </p>
<p class="i2"> In the moonlight, in the quiet evening, </p>
<p class="i4"> You will rise and croak and fly away; </p>
<p class="i2"> Oh, you have sat and listened till you're wild for flight </p>
<p class="i4"> (And that's all right) </p>
<p class="i2"> But you have never criticised a single song </p>
<p class="i4"> (And that's all wrong) </p>
<p class="i2"> Lo, would you add despair unto despair? </p>
<p class="i2"> Do you not care </p>
<p class="i2"> That all these lesser children of the Muse </p>
<p class="i2"> Shall sing to you exactly as they choose? </p>
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<p class="i2"> You are ungrateful, Fowl. I wrote a poem, </p>
<p class="i2"> Once, in the middle of August, intending to show 'em </p>
<p class="i2"> That you should not </p>
<p class="i2"> Be shot: </p>
<p class="i2"> What saw I then, what heard? </p>
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Multitudes—multitudes, under the tree they stirred, </p>
<p class="i2"> And with too many a broken note and wheeze </p>
<p class="i2"> They sang what each did please.... </p>
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<p class="i2"> And Thou, </p>
<p class="i2"> O bird of emeraldine beak and brow, </p>
<p class="i2"> Thou sawest it all, and did not even cackle, </p>
<p class="i2"> Grackle! </p>
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