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[Before the scream of the hawk]
Before the scream of the hawk
The timid swallow flies;
And the lake unrolled in the distance
Like a silver carpet lies.
The timid swallow flies;
And the lake unrolled in the distance
Like a silver carpet lies.
The light that sleeps in the air
Like the breath of flowers is sweet;
The very dust is balmy
Under the horses' feet.
Like the breath of flowers is sweet;
The very dust is balmy
Under the horses' feet.
We sit in the tennis court,
Where the beautiful sunlight falls;
The mountains crossed by bridges
Come down to the city walls.
Where the beautiful sunlight falls;
The mountains crossed by bridges
Come down to the city walls.
The houses are hid in flowers,
Buried in bloomy trees;
But under the veils of the willows
Are glimpses of cottages.
Buried in bloomy trees;
But under the veils of the willows
Are glimpses of cottages.
What makes the wind so sweet?
Is it the breath of June?
'T is the jasper flute in the pear-tree,
Playing a silent tune!
Is it the breath of June?
'T is the jasper flute in the pear-tree,
Playing a silent tune!
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