Airy nothing

Like dust at the foot of night bush
We like to live for ever on nothing .
Bush gets taken for bear by night .

We eat a little dew from a hanging
And some words from a bald bard
To give names to early airy things.

Airy nothing has a local habitation
In light words on an electric waste,
A night bush pretending to be bear.

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