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Do you remember, father, -- / It seems so long ago, -- / The day we fished together / Along the Pocono? / At dusk I waited for you, / Beside the lumber-mill, / And there I heard a hidden bird / That chanted, "whip-poor-will," / "_Whippoorwill! whippoorwill! _" / Sad and shrill, -- "_whippoorwill! _"
The place was all deserted; / The mill-wheel hung at rest; / The lonely star of evening / Was throbbing in the west; / The veil of night was falling; / The winds were folded still; / And everywhere the trembling air / Re-echoed "whip-poor-will! " / "_Whippoorwill! whippoorwill! _" / Sad and shrill, -- "_whippoorwill! _"