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The Song the Oriole Sings : : By William Dean Howells ▼ There is a bird that comes and singsIn a professor’s garden-trees;Upon the English oak he swings,And tilts and tosses in the breeze.I know his name, I know his note,That so with rapture takes my soul;Like flame the gold beneath his throat,His glossy copeContinue reading “The Song The Oriole Sings : William Dean Howells : : Bird Poems : :”