I am a mimic with many tongues,
Warbling tunes, shifting tones,
jugging the city with head-song.
Old night-singer, song-shaper,
Pleasure-poet — I keep a clear calling,
Wind melody for men. These sit
Bowed in quiet in the curve of song.
Say who I am who sing like a minstrel
Soft clamor of court and mime the world
In harlequin play, boding bright welcome.
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