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VIII. THE BLUE HERON.
(Solitude.)
Here sheer into the emerald lake
On either side the hills slope down,
In the long darkness of whose frown
Rarely the young lambs dare to make
Their bleating cries; no sound is heard
Of even any wandering bird:
On either side the hills slope down,
In the long darkness of whose frown
Rarely the young lambs dare to make
Their bleating cries; no sound is heard
Of even any wandering bird:
But standing on a great grey stone
A grey-blue heron broods alone.
A grey-blue heron broods alone.
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