A bird sings the selfsame song, 
With never a fault in its flow, 
That we listened to here those long 
Long years ago.

A pleasing marvel is how 
A strain of such rapturous rote 
Should have gone on thus till now 
unchanged in a note!

--But its not the selfsame bird.-- 
No: perished to dust is he.... 
As also are those who heard 
That song with me.

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Poet: Thomas Hardy
Poem: The Selfsame Song

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Dec 12 2005
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