The sinking sun is taking leave& sweetly gilds the edge of eve
While purple clouds of deepening dye
Huddling hang the western sky
Crows crowd quaking over head
Hastening to the woods to bed
Cooing sits the lonely dove
Calling home her absent love
'Kirchip Kirchip' among the wheat
Partridge, distant partridge, greet
Beckoning call to those that roam
Guiding the squandering covey home
Swallows check their rambling flight
& twittering on the chimney light
Round the pond the martins flirt
Their snowy breasts bedaubed in dirt
While the mason 'neath the slates
Each morter bearing bird awaits
Untaught by art each labouring spouse
Curious daubs his hanging house
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