And I made me a bird of my own heart's fire,To sing my own sun, and my own desire.
And a vast white circle came in the air,And the winds around said, "Don't blow there."
I said, "Blow on—blow, blow, blow, blow,Fill all the sky, above, below,With tempest, and sleet, and silence, and snow!
"Wherever I go, no matter where,My bird and my willow-tree are there.
"However you frown, no matter how,I will sing as I am singing now."
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