Noon
What time the bittern, solitary bird,
Hides now her head amid the whispering fern,
And not a paddock vexes all the shore —
Nor feather ruffles the incumbent air,
Save where the wagtail interrupts the noon.
Hides now her head amid the whispering fern,
And not a paddock vexes all the shore —
Nor feather ruffles the incumbent air,
Save where the wagtail interrupts the noon.
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