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A bird flies off into the drowsy skyThen calmly dawdles backA robin in birdtimeA bird no less than an evening cometEats from the flowerSo mysterious a miracleIn its fragility and merciless beautyOn a marriage of pattern and formFor a short time only, it rests and soaks the viewThe blue sky above the summer breeze