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The Thrush In February : : by George MeredithI know him, February’s thrush,And loud at eve he valentinesOn sprays that paw the naked bushWhere soon will sprout the thorns and bines. Now ere the foreign singer thrillsOur vale his plain-song pipe he pours,A herald of the million bills;And heed him not, the loss is yours.Continue reading “The Thrush In February : George Meredith : : Bird Poems : :”