The Open Air 



over me, till I have walked some distance, when, one 

 by one, they fall off, and, still uttering threats, retire. 

 There is a nest in this meadow, and, although it is, no 

 doubt, a long way from the path, my presence even 

 in the field, large as it is, is resented. The couple 

 who imagine their possessions threatened are quickly 

 joined by their friends, and there is no rest till I have 

 left their treasures far behind. 



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