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Critic and Poet: an Epilogue

Written by: Emma Lazarus | Biography
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 No man had ever heard a nightingale, 
When once a keen-eyed naturalist was stirred 
To study and define--what is a bird, 
To classify by rote and book, nor fail 
To mark its structure and to note the scale 
Whereon its song might possibly be heard.
Thus far, no farther;--so he spake the word.
When of a sudden,--hark, the nightingale! Oh deeper, higher than he could divine That all-unearthly, untaught strain! He saw The plain, brown warbler, unabashed.
"Not mine" (He cried) "the error of this fatal flaw.
No bird is this, it soars beyond my line, Were it a bird, 'twould answer to my law.

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