  The shop-girl in my fingers laid The Yellow Duckling, Mother paid A silver coin to set him free And so he came to live with me. I kissed his baby feathers sweet, His callow bill and parchment feet; And so his love for me began— My Yellow Duckling from Japan. And he forgot his native nest, Forgot the way his plumy breast Parted the waters as they ran Amid strange weeds in far Japan. And he forgot the yellow child Whose narrow eye-lids on him smiled:— I kissed him, and he settled down To live with me in London town. |
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