THE STONE-CHAT 



I.ook vou how, stru{;(;Iinp through a watery sky. 

 The autumn sun shines faintly on the lea. 

 KuU gently fall, on soft green moss to lie. 

 Leaves, dropping one by one from every tree. 



O'er all the misty hollows of the plain 

 And moorland wide, how deep a quiet broods 1 

 Only the faint, low music of the rain, 

 Breaks the sweet silence of these solitudes. 



See how the shower has hung with limpid pearls 

 Each bush and thorn and spike of lovelj- blue ' 

 Anon there comes a sudden gust and whirls 

 The gathered treasure down, in drops of dew. 



^j| Hark ! yon red throated stone-chat hopping nea 

 Trills forth a sudden warble loud and long; 

 Bird of the lonely waste, how sweet and clear. 

 Loved by the listening shepherd, is thy song ! 



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