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Calling, the heron flies athwart the blue / That sleeps above it; reach on rocky reach / Of water sings by sycamore and beech, / In whose warm shade bloom lilies not a few. / It is a page whereon the sun and dew / Scrawl sparkling words in dawn's delicious speech; / A laboratory where the wood-winds teach, / Dissect each scent and analyze each hue. / Not otherwise than beautiful, doth it / Record the happ'nings of each summer day; / Where we may read, as in a catalogue, / When passed a thresher; when a load of hay; / Or when a rabbit; or a bird that lit; / And now a bare-foot truant and his dog.