BIRDS AND NATURE. | ||
ILLUSTRATED BY COLOR PHOTOGRAPHY. | ||
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Vol. X. | NOVEMBER, 1901. | No. 4 |
In scattered plumes the floating clouds
Went drifting down the west,
Like barks that in their haven soon
Would moor and be at rest.
The Day sank down, a monarch tired,
Upon Night’s sable breast.
The wind was all but hushed to sleep,
Yet now and then it stirred
A great tree’s top, and whispering,
Awoke a slumbering bird,
Who half aroused, but only chirped
A song of just a word.
And in the west the rosy light
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