OUTDOORS 



through the upper spaces. His motion is 

 exceedingly irregular and full of sharp an- 

 gles. It is a herald of the night, and after 

 it comes the aerial wrigglings and twistings 

 of the bat over marshy nooks where 



" Steadily up from their swampy forge the sparks of fire- 

 flies rise, 



In the pool where the wading lily makes love through 

 half-shut eyes, 



To the whippoorwill, who scolds like a shrew at the fluffy 

 owl, 



While the nighthawk shuffles by like a monk in a velvet 

 cowl; 



And the bat weaves inky weft through white star beams 

 that peep 



Down through the cypress boughs, where the frogs all 

 sing knee-deep." 



