Beauty and the Bird
She fluted with her mouth as when one sips, And gently waved her golden head, inclin'd Outside his cage close to the window-blind; Till her fond bird, with little turns and dips, Piped low to her of sweet companionships. And when he made an end, some seed took she And fed him from her tongue, which rosily Peeped as a piercing bud between her lips. / And like the child in Chaucer, on whose tongue The Blessed Mary laid, when he was dead, A grain,--who straightway praised her name in song: Even so, when she, a little lightly red, Now turned on me and laughed, I heard the throng Of inner voices praise her golden head. ~DGR, 'Beauty and the Bird' (Alternately titled: 'Bella's Bulfinch') [Source: The Rossetti Archive, from 'Poems. A New Edition.' (1881)]
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