“NEVER a beak has my white bird,
Nor throat for song;
But wings of silk by soft wind stirred
Bear it along.
With wings of silk and a heart of seed,
Over field and town
It sails,-ah! quaint little bird indeed
Is the thistle-down.
(Clara Doty Bates)”
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