"I think there is a spiritual scent in us which feels mischief coming, as they say birds scent storms."

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Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, And at my casement sing, Though it should prove a farewell lay And this our parting spring. * * * * * Then, little Bird, this boon confer, Come, and my requiem sing, Nor fail to be the harbinger Of everlasting spring.

— William Wordsworth