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THE LANGUAGE OF BIRD^. 
O'er the deep ! o'er the deep ! 
Where the whale, and the shark, and the sword-fish 
sleep ; 
Outflying the blast, and the driving rain, 
The petril telleth her tale in vain — 
For the mariner curseth the warning bird 
That bringeth him news of the storm unheard • 
Ah ! thus doth the prophet of good or ill. 
Meet hate from the creature he serveth still ; 
Yet he ne'er falters — so, petril, spring 
Once more o'er the waves on thy stormy wing ! 
Barry Cornwall. 
LAMENT OF THE BIRDS OF PASSAGE. 
Behold ! the birds fly 
From Gauthiod's strand. 
And seek with a sigh 
Some far foreign land. 
The sound of their woe, 
With hollow winds blend ; 
" Where now must we go ? 
Our flight whither tend 
'Tis thus unto Heaven that their wailings ascend. 
