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THROUGH my north window in the wintry weather	A
My airy oriel on the river shore	B
I watch the sea fowl as they flock together	A
Where late the boatman flashed his dripping oar	B
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The gull high floating like a sloop unladen	C
Lets the loose water waft him as it will	D
The duck round breasted as a rustic maiden	C
Paddles and plunges busy busy still	D
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I see the solemn gulls in council sitting	E
On some broad ice floe pondering long and late	F
While overhead the home bound ducks are flitting	E
And leave the tardy conclave in debate	F
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Those weighty questions in their breasts revolving	E
Whose deeper meaning science never learns	G
Till at some reverend elder's look dissolving	E
The speechless senate silently adjourns	G
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But when along the waves the shrill north easter	A
Shrieks through the laboring coaster's shrouds Beware	H
The pale bird kindling like a Christmas feaster	A
When some wild chorus shakes the vinous air	H
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Flaps from the leaden wave in fierce rejoicing	E
Feels heaven's dumb lightning thrill his torpid nerves	I
Now on the blast his whistling plumage poising	E
Now wheeling whirling in fantastic curves	I
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Such is our gull a gentleman of leisure	A
Less fleshed than feathered bagged you'll find him such	J
His virtue silence his employment pleasure	A
Not bad to look at and not good for much	J
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What of our duck He has some high bred cousins	K
His Grace the Canvas back My Lord the Brant	L
Anas and Anser both served up by dozens	K
At Boston's Rocher half way to Nahant	L
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As for himself he seems alert and thriving	E
Grubs up a living somehow what who knows	M
Crabs mussels weeds Look quick there's one just diving	E
Flop Splash his white breast glistens down he goes	M
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And while he's under just about a minute	L
I take advantage of the fact to say	N
His fishy carcase has no virtue in it	L
The gunning idiot's wortless hire to pay	N
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He knows you sportsmen from suburban alleys	O
Stretched under seaweed in the treacherous punt	L
Knows every lazy shiftless lout that sallies	O
Forth to waste powder as he says to hunt	L
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I watch you with a patient satisfaction	C
Well pleased to discount your predestined luck	E
The float that figures in your sly transaction	C
Will carry back a goose but not a duck	E
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Shrewd is our bird not easy to outwit him	P
Sharp is the outlook of those pin head eyes	Q
Still he is mortal and a shot may hit him	P
One cannot always miss him if he tries	Q
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Look there's a young one dreaming not of danger	A
Sees a flat log come floating down the stream	R
Stares undismayed upon the harmless stranger	A
Ah were all strangers harmless as they seem	R
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Habet a leaden shower his breast has shattered	L
Vainly he flutters not again to rise	Q
His soft white plumes along the waves are scattered	L
Helpless the wing that braved the tempest lies	Q
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He sees his comrades high above him flying	E
To seek their nests among the island reeds	S
Strong is their flight all lonely he is lying	E
Washed by the crimsoned water as he bleeds	S
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O Thou who carest for the falling sparrow	T
Canst Thou the sinless sufferer's pang forget	L
Or is thy dread account book's page so narrow	T
Its one long column scores thy creatures' debt	L
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Poor gentle guest by nature kindly cherished	L
A world grows dark with thee in blinding death	U
One little gasp thy universe has perished	L
Wrecked by the idle thief who stole thy breath	U
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Is this the whole sad story of creation	C
Lived by its breathing myriads o'er and o'er	A
One glimpse of day then black annhilation	C
A sunlit passage to a sunless shore	B
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Give back our faith ye mystery solving lynxes	V
Robe us once more in heaven aspiring creeds	S
Happier was dreaming Egypt with her sphinxes	S
The stony convent with its cross and beads	S
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How often gazing where a bird reposes	S
Rocked on the wavelets drifting with the tide	L
I lose myself in strange metempsychosis	S
And float a sea fowl at a sea fowl's side	L
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From rain hail snow in feathery mantle muffled	L
Clear eyed strong limbed with keenest sense to hear	W
My mate soft murmuring who with plumes unruffled	L
Where'er I wander still is nestling near	X
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The great blue hollow like a garment o'er me	Y
Space all unmeasured unrecorded time	Z
While seen with inward eye moves on before me	Y
Thought's pictured train in wordless pantomime	Z
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A voice recalls me From my window turning	E
I find myself a plumeless biped still	D
No beak no claws no sign of wings discerning	E
In fact with nothing bird like but my quill	D

Oliver Wendell Holmes

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