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The birds are coming in to roost, Swallow , blackbir d and thrush, And slowly o'er the world ther e steals A great and solemn hush. 'rhen o'er th e dale the church bell sounds, Comes, too, th e owl's weird tune , A silvery radiance in th e cast Proclaim s tl1 e rising moon. Thus night sinks on the dusky wood, And on the open fi eld, And with her mantle of the dark She coYr r s all th e weald . l\'L G.N. ( TV. A .)
FTR S'r 'l'IIOUG HTS OF A \VOUJ.JD -BE POE'l'. Shall it be--no! let me seey t'S! tih:=lll if: IH ~ a somll'l: About a maiden dear t o me, Or th e sea and vessels on it ? No! 'Tis more than e'er T can Those m?st cries r elat e; I'll talk about a fish crmrm \\Tho n CYcr llSCR bait . For "Fish ermen who don 't use bait " P erhaps I'll use Iambic ; But, no! .I 'll try to imit ate 路walt Whit man's dithyram bic. The rhym e scheme n ext I ca nnot Ray , 路what ever Rh all it be ? I know! Ab ccba Cdcd ee. But fiRh ermcn who don 't use bnit Use far too man y curses, For two or three more da vs I 'll wait To write those fishy vers~ s. R. S. J. (VT. )