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Snowbirds

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Along the narrow sandy height     I watch them swiftly come and go,     Or round the leafless wood,     Like flurries of wind-driven snow,     Revolving in perpetual flight,     A changing multitude.     Nearer and nearer still they sway,     And, scattering in a circled sweep,     Rush down without a sound;     And now I see them peer and peep,     Across yon level bleak and gray,     Searching the frozen ground, -     Until a little wind upheaves,     And makes a sudden rustling there,     And then they drop their play,     Flash up into the sunless air,     And like a flight of silver leaves     Swirl round and sweep away.

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