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One for Sorrow

(A Magpie Scarecrow)

One for sorrow is hanged up on a pole
To fright away keen beaks from young corn;
The crows, his dusky kin, no funeral dole
Made o'er his doom so forlorn;
Yet hoarse and harsh their din
Grates from yon mirk cloud wheeling
Round leafy towers, concealing,
Close-boughed, the careful broods within.
One for sorrow sees not where blossom-drift
Muffles the hedgerow thorn,
Sheer foam and snow, till loftiest sprays uplift
Be softlier swathed about than e'er with fleece,
From flocks white-glimmering shorn,
Was suppliant's wool-lapt wand,
Borne forth at need to some God-friend in Greece;
Hears not, fresh meads beyond,
The voice a-wing, that lighting holds its peace,
Cry still, dew-clear, and call,
As from an elfin clime,
With gleeful bells a-chime—
One for sorrow is blind, is deaf to all.

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Two for mirth they sit perched up in a tree,
Whose airy branches shade the fledged bole;
Long quills droop satin-sleek, eyes glittering glee
Gloat o'er the treasure they stole,
Pink shred with tinsel streak;
For wide earth, theirs to rifle
Of many a precious trifle,
Permits their peering hop oblique.
Two for mirth, all in sable sapphire dight,
Pearly of vest, a goal
Of gladness in this low sun's westering light
Have gained fast by their garnished robbers' nest,
Their thievery dear and droll;
And when they weary of ease,
Out swoops their lucky flight on venturous quest.
Ranging as fancies please
Through fields afar, anigh with jocund zest,
Beneath blue mid-May weather,
From speedwell's gem sward-set
To fir's tall minaret,
Two for mirth taste the year's gay prime together.