The Selfsame Song

A bird sings the selfsame song,
With never a fault in its flow,
That we listened to here those long
Long years ago.

A pleasing marvel is how
A strain of such rapturous rote
Should have gone on thus till now
unchanged in a note!

—But its not the selfsame bird.—
No: perished to dust is he. . . .
As also are those who heard
That song with me.

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