The wild duck startles, like a sudden thought And heron slow as if it might be caught The flopping crows on weary wing go bye And grey beard jackdaws noising as they flye The crowds of starnels wiz and hurry bye And darken like a cloud the evening sky The larks like thunder rise and suthy round Then drop and nestle in the stubble ground The wild swan hurrys high and noises loud With neck necks peering to the evening cloud The weary rooks to distant woods are gone With length of tail the magpie winnows on To neighbouring tree and leaves the distant crow While small birds nestle in the hedge below. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOREINE: A HORSE by ARTHUR DAVISON FICKE MODERN LOVE: 50 by GEORGE MEREDITH CROSSING THE PLAINS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE ROSARY by ROBERT CAMERON ROGERS TO MRS. PRIESTLEY, WITH SOME DRAWINGS OF BIRDS AND INSECTS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNET: 10 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |