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16 The Alphabet of Love THE CROW’S NEST The crow came soon To rest among feathers— Cool to the claw, Warm on the wing. The crow did not know How long it had been, Since this downy bed Tucked another bird In the soft grasp of spring. For all the crow cared, It may well have taken Nine beaks to build the nest, But it was of no consequence. When a lonely crow Measures the black stars Against a glass sky, Nothing can safely pass Between night and sleep. ...

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