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There as I bent above the broken pot from the mesa pueblo, / Mournfully many times its patterned shards piecing together and laying aside, / Appeared upon the house-top, two Navajos enchanted, the redshafted flicker and his bride, / And stepped with lovely stride / To the pergola, flashing the wonder of their underwings;
There stood, mysterious and harsh and sleek, / Wrenching the indigo berry from the shedding woodbine with strong ebony beak.