8. The Flying Mouse

The eucalyptus-blooms are sweet
With honey, and the birds all day
Sip the clear juices forth: brown-grey,
A bird-like thing with tiny feet
Cleaves to the boughs, or with small wings,
Amidst the leafy spaces springs,
And in the moonshine with shrill cries
'Flits batlike where the white gums rise
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