. St. Nicholas [serial]. THE WHIPPOORWILL BY EDWARD N. TEALL When all the other birds have gone to bed, And everything is still;When Mister Moon Man with his lantern threads The pine woods on the hill,I hear each night The Bird That Sits Up Late— I hear the whippoorwill. Whip—poor—Will! he cries,And sometimes, Whip—poor- I m sorry for that other chap,And glad my name is Phil! ?Will! His voice is like the whistle of a whip, So sharp is it, and shrill;I lie and watch the Moon Man climb the sky, And listen to him, tillI wonder, Can he be some dead birds ghost That haunts the old stone mill? Whip—

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. St. Nicholas [serial]. THE WHIPPOORWILL BY EDWARD N. TEALL When all the other birds have gone to bed, And everything is still;When Mister Moon Man with his lantern threads The pine woods on the hill,I hear each night The Bird That Sits Up Late— I hear the whippoorwill. Whip—poor—Will! he cries,And sometimes, Whip—poor- I m sorry for that other chap,And glad my name is Phil! ?Will! His voice is like the whistle of a whip, So sharp is it, and shrill;I lie and watch the Moon Man climb the sky, And listen to him, tillI wonder, Can he be some dead birds ghost That haunts the old stone mill? Whip—poor—Will, he cries; Poor Will-poor Will-poor Will!I pull the bedclothes to my eyes,And whisper: My name s Phil!

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