Swainson's thrush quotes

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An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
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That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
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But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
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I am a willow of the wilderness,
Loving the wind that bent me. All my hurts
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As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music--hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.
In spring more mortal singers than belong
To any one place cover us with song.
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Nothing is so beautiful as spring--
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
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The day of fire is coming, the thrush
will fly ablaze like a little sky rocket....
The morning was a bright one, and perfectly still and serene, the lake as smooth as glass, we making the only ripple as we paddled ...
Sitting in that dusky wilderness, under that dark mountain, by the bright river which was full of reflected light, still I heard t ...
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