Scatters a starry light.

Fearful of its pale glare

In flocks the starlings rise;

Slide through the frosty air,

And perch with plaintive cries.

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Only the inky rook,

Hunched cold in ruffled wings,

Its snowy nest forsook,

Caws of unnumbered Springs.

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NOON AND NIGHT FLOWER

Not any flower that blows

But shining watch doth keep;

Every swift changing chequered hour it knows

Now to break forth in beauty; now to sleep.

This for the roving bee

Keeps open house, and this

Stainless and clear is, that in darkness she

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