The kingFisher

it was the rainbow that gave thee birth and left thee all her lovely hues, and as her mother's name was torn so runs it in my blood to choose for haunts the lonely pools and keep in company with trees that weep. 

Go you and, with such glorious hues live with proud peacocks in green park on lawns as smooth as shining glass, Let every feather show its marks get thee on boughs and clap thy wings before the windows of proud kings.  nay lovely birt thou art not vain thou hast no proud, ambitious mind I also love a quiet palace. that green, away from all mankind.a lonely pool, and let a tree Sigh with her bosom over me. 

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