名人诗歌|Memories of President Lincoln（四）

In the swamp in secluded^{1 recesses2，}

A shy and hidden bird is warbling a song.

Solitary^{3 the thrush，}

The hermit^{4 withdrawn5 to himself， avoiding the settlements，}

Sings by himself a song.

Song of the bleeding throat，

Death's outlet^{6 song of life， （for well dear brother I know，}

If thou wast not granted to sing thou would'st surely die.）