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I see the great blue heron / Rising among the reeds / And floating down the wind, / Like a gliding sail / With the set of the stream.
I hear the two-horse mower / Clacking among the hay, / In the heat of a July noon, / And the driver's voice / As he turns his team.
I see the meadow lilies / Flecked with their darker tan, / The elms, and the great white clouds; / And all the world / Is a passing dream.