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As I lie at rest on a patch of clover / In the Western Park when the day is done, / I watch as the wild black swans fly over / With their phalanx turned to the sinking sun; / And I hear the clang of their leader crying / To a lagging mate in the rearward flying, / And they fade away in the darkness dying, / Where the stars are mustering one by one.
Oh! ye wild black swans, 'twere a world of wonder / For a while to join in your westward flight, / With the stars above and the dim earth under, / Through the cooling air of the glorious night. / As we swept along on our pinions winging, / We should catch the chime of a church-bell ringing, / Or the distant note of a torrent singing, / Or the far-off flash of a station light.