Led by the Children of the Chapel
They made be madrigals to-night,
And they were lyric men
Renewing still the luted flight
Of all the songs of Ben;
O children of the Chapel, sing,
As i [...]
Beauty, my bird,
That, in my younger age,
Punctually I heard
Piping in a golden cage,
Eager, as bidden, to sing,
Tethered your wing—
Now you are flown
Into wild solitudes,
Now is your flight alone
Glancing as a beam in woods
Where sweet [...]
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