NEVER AGAIN WOULD BIRD'S SONG BE THE SAME<br>
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He would declare and could himself believe<br>
That the birds there in all the garden round<br>
From having heard the daylong voice of Eve<br>
Had added to their own an oversound,<br>
Her tone of meaning but without the words.<br>
Admittedly an eloquence so soft<br>
Could only have had an influence on birds<br>
When call or laughter carried it aloft.<br>
Be that as may be, she was in their song.<br>
Moreover her voice upon their voices crossed<br>
Had now persisted in the woods so long<br>
That probably it would never be lost.<br>
Never again would birds' song be the same.<br>
And to do that to birds was why she came.<br>
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                        -- Robert Frost<br>