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Within my Garden, rides a Bird
Upon a single Wheel—
Whose spokes a dizzy Music make
As ’twere a travelling Mill—
 
He never stops, but slackens
Above the Ripest Rose—
Partakes without alighting
And praises as he goes,
 
Till every spice is tasted—
And then his Fairy Gig
Reels in remoter atmospheres—
And I rejoin my Dog,
 
And He and I, perplex us
If positive, ’twere we—
Or bore the Garden in the Brain
This Curiosity—
 
But He, the best Logician,
Refers my clumsy eye—
To just vibrating Blossoms!
An Exquisite Reply!

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