783 The Birds begun at Four o`clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon— I could not count their Force— Their Voices did expend As Brook by Brook bestows itself To multiply the Pond. Their Witnesses were not— Except occasional man— In homely industry arrayed— To overtake the Morn— Nor was it for applause— That I could ascertain— But independent Ecstasy Of Deity and Men— By Six, the Flood had done— No Tumult there had been Of Dressing, or Departure— And yet the Band was gone— The Sun engrossed the East— The Day controlled the World— The Miracle that introduced Forgotten, as fulfilled.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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