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| Titel = So early in the morning, O
| Schrijver = James Stephens
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| Opmerkingen = Uit ''[[The adventures of Seumar Beg and the rocky road to Dublin]]'' (1915)
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<poem>
I cling and swing
On a branch, or sing
Thro' the cool, clear hush of morning, O:
Or fling my wing
On the air, and bring
To sleepier birds a warning, O:
That the night's in flight,
And the sun's in sight,
And the dew is the grass adorning, O:
And the green leaves swing
As I sing, sing, sing,
Up by the river,
Down the dell,
To the little wee nest,
Where the big tree fell,
So early in the morning, O:

I flit and twit
In the sun for a bit
When his light so bright is shining, O:
Or sit and fit
My plumes, or knit
Straw plaits for the nest's nice lining, O:
And she with glee
Shows unto me
Underneath her wings reclining, O:
And I sing that Peg
Has an egg, egg, egg,
Up by the oatfield,
Round the mill,
Past the meadow,
Down the hill,
So early in the morning, O:

I stoop and swoop
On the air, or loop
Thro' the trees, and then go soaring, O:
To group with a troop
On the gusty poop
While the wind behind is roaring, O:
I skim and swim
By a cloud's red rim,
And up to the azure flooring, O:
And my wide wings drip
As I slip, slip, slip,
Down thro' the raindrops,
Back where Peg
Broods in the nest
On the little white egg,
So early in the morning, O
</poem>

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