I know very well what I'd rather be
If I didn't always have to be me!
I'd rather be an owl,
A downy feathered owl,
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CREAM-CUPS, butter-cups,
Dandelions and sedges;
Blackbirds in the poplar row,
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W HEN misty, misty mornings come,
When wild geese low are flying,
And down along the reedy marsh
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WHENEVER the days are cool and clear,
The sand-hill crane goes walking
Across the field by the flashing weir,
Slowly, solemnly stalking.
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WE have set the White Christ forward, we have bid the old gods go,
We be Christians, Christian peoples, singing psalm tunes staid and slow.
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HEAR now a tale of the deer-star,
Tale of the days agone,
When a youth rose up for the hunting
In the bluish light of dawn --
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FAIR is the white star of twilight,
and the sky clearer
At the day's end;
But she is fairer, and she is dearer.
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COME not near my songs,
You who are not my lover,
Lest from that ambush
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WHEN the catkin's on the willow
And the tassel on the birch,
The wild bees from the having rocks
Begin their honey search.
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GO thy way in comeliness!
Strong sun across the sod doth make
Such quickening as thy countenance.
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