A Kentucky cardinal ; and, Aftermath . TT AUGUST the pale anddelicate poetry of theKentucky land makesI itself felt as silence and ? I ) repose. Still skies, still ^J V_^ y woods, still sheets offorest water, still flocksand herds, long lanes winding without the soundof a traveller through fields of the universalbrooding stillness. The sun no longer blaz-ing, but muffled in a veil of palest blue. No70 more black clouds rumbling and rushing upfrom the horizon, but a single white one brush-ing slowly against the zenith like the lost wingof a swan. Far beneath it the silver-breastedhawk, using th
A Kentucky cardinal ; and, Aftermath . TT AUGUST the pale anddelicate poetry of theKentucky land makesI itself felt as silence and ? I ) repose. Still skies, still ^J V_^ y woods, still sheets offorest water, still flocksand herds, long lanes winding without the soundof a traveller through fields of the universalbrooding stillness. The sun no longer blaz-ing, but muffled in a veil of palest blue. No70 more black clouds rumbling and rushing upfrom the horizon, but a single white one brush-ing slowly against the zenith like the lost wingof a swan. Far beneath it the silver-breastedhawk, using the cloud as his lordly eagerness of spring gone, now all butincredible as having ever existed; the birdshushed and hiding; the bee, so nimble once,fallen asleep over his own cider-press in theshadow of the golden apple. From the depthsof the woods may come the notes of the cuckoo ;but they strike the air more and more slowly,like the clack, clack, clack of a distant wheelthat is being stopped at the close of w
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