then

Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist. 🔊

At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; 🔊

Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; 🔊

Then like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: 🔊

Which forced me to begin my tale; And then it left me free. 🔊

Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns: 🔊

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