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Birds of Passage.
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But the night is fair,
And everywhere
A warm, soft, vapor fills the air,
And distant sounds seem near;
And everywhere
A warm, soft, vapor fills the air,
And distant sounds seem near;
And above, in the light
Of the star-lit night,
Swift birds of passage wing their flight
Through the dewy atmosphere.
Of the star-lit night,
Swift birds of passage wing their flight
Through the dewy atmosphere.
I hear the beat
Of their pinions fleet,
As from the land of snow and sleet
They seek a southern lea.
Of their pinions fleet,
As from the land of snow and sleet
They seek a southern lea.
I hear the cry
Of their voices high
Falling dreamily through the sky,
But their forms I cannot see.
Of their voices high
Falling dreamily through the sky,
But their forms I cannot see.