The sooty crow

How peaceable it seems for lonely men 
To see a crow fly in the thin blue sky 
Over the woods & fealds oer level fen 
It speaks of villages or cottage nigh 
Behind the neighbouring woods—when march winds high 
Tear off the branches of the hugh old oak 
I love to see these chimney sweeps sail by

& hear them oer the knarled forest croak 
Then sosh askew from the hid woodmans stroke 
That in the woods their daily labours ply 
I love the sooty crow nor would provoke 
Its march day exercises of croaking joy 
I love to see it sailing to and fro 
While feelds & woods & waters spread below

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