The Heron.
EVENING. As slaughter red the long creek crawls From solitary forest walls, Out where the eve's wild glory falls. One wiry leg drowned in his breast, Neck-shrunk, flame-gilded with the West, Stark-stately he the evening wears. NIGHT. The whimp'ring creek breaks on the stone; The new moon came, but now is gone; White, tingling stars wink out alone. Lank specter of wet, windy lands, The melancholy heron stands; Then, clamoring, dives into the stars.
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"EVENING...."
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