Challenge Part 11

"Oh Songs," she sighed, "your world was fair; My own holds no such lovely things; No glow, no magic anywhere--"

And then, a start--a flash of wings...

And, with the rush of surging seas, Over her swept the world's replies: The lyric hills, the buoyant breeze And all the sudden singing skies!

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