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Little birds of the night Aye, they have much to tell Perching there in rows Blinking at me with their serious eyes Recounting of flowers they have seen and loved Of meadows and groves of the distance And pale sands at the foot of the sea And breezes that fly in the leaves. They are vast in experience These little birds that come in the night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THERE IS A GREY THING THAT LIVES IN THE TREE-TOPS by STEPHEN CRANE THE BLACK RIDERS: 1 by STEPHEN CRANE THE BLACK RIDERS: 22 by STEPHEN CRANE THE BLACK RIDERS: 38 by STEPHEN CRANE THE BLACK RIDERS: 56 by STEPHEN CRANE THE BLACK RIDERS: 9 by STEPHEN CRANE WAR IS KIND: 1 by STEPHEN CRANE WAR IS KIND: 12 by STEPHEN CRANE WAR IS KIND: 21 by STEPHEN CRANE |
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