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Out in the sun the goldfinch flits Along the thistle-tops, flits and twits Above the hollow wood Where birds swim like fish -- Fish that laugh and shriek -- To and fro, far below In the pale hollow wood.
Lichen, ivy, and moss Keep evergreen the trees That stand half-flayed and dying, And the dead trees on their knees In dog's-mercury and moss:
And the bright twit of the goldfinch drops Down there as he flits on thistle-tops.