Twice a time I looked through window
While the night was spectre-gray
And clouds, across the skies went half way
While mazy wind blew fast up and below.

I looked at the thatch and saw a bird fly
Who saw me look for something in deep
While far-off ships had words to keep
And I was assured, and could not but try.

Then I looked and I looked: Must to see
How the airy trumpet beat upon joy
I tried fast and smoothe, as a boy
Who have clarion, sung half hidden from tree.



09/14/2016
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