The Birds begun at Four o'clock
The Birds begun at Four o’clock
Their period for Dawn
A Music numerous as space
But neighboring as Noon
I could not count their Force
Their Voices did expend
As Brook by Brook bestows itself
To multiply the Pond.
Their Witnesses were not
Except occasional man
In homely industry arrayed
To overtake the Morn
Nor was it for applause
That I could ascertain
But independent Ecstasy
Of Deity and Men
By Six, the Flood had done
No Tumult there had been
Of Dressing, or Departure
And yet the Band was gone
The Sun engrossed the East
The Day controlled the World
The Miracle that introduced
Forgotten, as fulfilled.
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