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IN the choir the boys are singing the hymn. / The morning light on their lips / Moves in silver-moist flashes, in musical trim.
Sudden outside the high window, one crow / Hangs in the air / And lights on a withered oak-tree's top of woe.
One bird, one blot, folded and still at the top / Of the withered tree!--in the grail / Of crystal heaven falls one full black drop.
Like a soft full drop of darkness it seems to sway / In the tender wine / Of our Sabbath, suffusing our sacred day.