While the hazel-bush sheltered my seat from a storm
& there came the linnet with wool in its bill
To build its new nest in the hedge or the thorn
& there I could see the black sails of the mill
& the spire in the gray sleeping light of the morn
& there came the heavy-wingd kite oer the lea
& the old hens they calld for their chickens aloud
& there the black crow came & perchd on the tree
& the lark hid itself in the black bosomd cloud
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