[The mockingbird still sings:]
Land! land! O land!
Whichever way I turn, O I think you could give me my mate back
again, if you only would;
For I am almost sure I see her dimly whichever way I look.
O rising stars!
Perhaps the one I want so much will rise, will rise with some of you.
O throat! O trembling throat!
Sound clearer through the atmosphere!
Pierce the woods, the earth;
Somewhere listening to catch you, must be the one I want.
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 