. Through the year with birds and poets [poems]; . sher ! She rears her young on yonder tree; She leaves her faithful mate to mind em;Like us, for fish she sails to sea, And, plunging, shows us where to find , ho, my hearts ! lets seek the deep,Ply every oar, and cheerly wish her,While slow; the bending net we sweep, God bless the Fish hawk and the fisher ! Alexander Wilson. WITH BIRDS AND POETS 45 THE CROW Then it is a distant cawing,Growing louder — coming nearer,Tells of crows returning inlandFrom their winter on the marshes. Iridescent is their plumage, Loud their voices, bold their c
. Through the year with birds and poets [poems]; . sher ! She rears her young on yonder tree; She leaves her faithful mate to mind em;Like us, for fish she sails to sea, And, plunging, shows us where to find , ho, my hearts ! lets seek the deep,Ply every oar, and cheerly wish her,While slow; the bending net we sweep, God bless the Fish hawk and the fisher ! Alexander Wilson. WITH BIRDS AND POETS 45 THE CROW Then it is a distant cawing,Growing louder — coming nearer,Tells of crows returning inlandFrom their winter on the marshes. Iridescent is their plumage, Loud their voices, bold their clamor, In the pools and shallows wading ■ Or in overflowing meadows Searching for the waste of winter — Scraps and berries freed by thawing. Weird their notes, and hoarse their croaking; Silent only when the night comes. Frank Bolles. Over the tree-tops yonder flies a crow That boldly vents his unpopular caw, And breasts the stubborn wind to gain the shore, And cram his crop with what the tide brings in. A Morning Pastoral. — Henry APRIL Only once more to feel the coming spring,As the birds feel it when it bids the?n sing. Ag-assiz. —James Russell Lowell. Bid the little homely sparrows, Chirping in the cold and rain,Their impatient, sweet complaining, Sing out from their hearts again,Bid them set theniselves to mating, Cooing love in softest words,Crowd their nests, all cold and empty, Full of little callow birds. An April Welcome. — Phoebe Cary. Sparrows far off, and nearer, ApriPs bird,Blue-coated, flying before from tree to tree,Courageous sing a delicate overtureTo lead the tardy concert of the year. Musketaquid.—Ralph Waldo Emerson. WITH BIRDS AND POETS 49 WILD GEESE A far, strange sound through the night,A dauntless and resolute cry, Clear in the tempests despite,Ringing so wild and so high. Darkness and tumult and dread,Rain and the battling of gales, Yet cleaving the storm overhead,The wedge of the wild geese sails. Pushing their perilous way,Buffe
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