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THE BIRD THAT FED AT THE PANE 



To a yellow-throated vireo found dead under my window after a 



freeze. 



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HE WAS so like a poem 

 A wind-song sudden brings. 

 And like a splash of sunshine 

 Shone the light between his wings. 

 He came like a bright message, 

 As such he passed away, 

 And I miss my flower of sunlight 

 From my window pane today. 



The twig whereon he rested 

 Is frozen, so the rain, 

 The crumbs are yet untasted 

 Outside the window pane. 

 A lonely heart is watching 

 For the flying joy today; 

 But it comes not — for the singer 

 And his song have passed away. 



— Kate Slaughter McKinney. 

 January, i8pp. 



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