All winged things come from water first;

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Airward still many a one from water springs
In dens and caves wind loving things are nursed:
I lie like unhatched bird, upfolded, dumb,
While all the air is trembling with the hum
Of songs, and beating hearts, and whirring wings,
That call my slumbering life to wake to happy things.

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