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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354822" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Flight of Wild Ducks</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far up the River-hark! 'tls the loud shock<br>Deadened by distance, of some Fowler's gun:<br>And as into the stillness of the scene<br>It wastes now with a dull vibratory boom,<br>Look where, fast widening up at either end<br>Out of the sinuous valley of the waters,<br>And o'er the intervenient forest, - up<br>Against the open heaven, a long dark line<br>Comes hitherward stretching-a vast Flight of Ducks!<br>Following the windings of the vale, and still<br>Enlarging lengthwise, and in places too<br>Oft breaking into solitary dots,<br>How swiftly onwards comes it - till at length,<br>The River, reaching through a group of hills,<br>Off leads it, - out of sight. But not for long:<br>For, wheeling ever with the water's course,<br>Here into sudden view it comes again<br>Sweeping and swarming round the nearest point!<br>And first now, a swift airy rush is heard<br>Approaching momently; - then all at once<br>There passes a keen-cutting, gusty tumult<br>Of strenuous pinions, with a streaming mass<br>Of instantaneous skiey streaks; each streak<br>Evolving with a lateral flirt, and thence<br>Entangling as it were, - so rapidly<br>A thousand wings outpointingly dispread<br>In passing tiers, seem, looked at from beneath,<br>With rushing intermixtures to involve<br>Each other as they beat. Thus seen o'erhead<br>Even while we speak-ere we have spoken, - lo!<br>The living cloud is onward many a rood.<br>Tracking as 'twere in the smooth stream below<br>The multifarious shadow of itself<br>Far coming-present-and far gone at once!<br>The senses vainly struggle to retain<br>The impression of an Image (as the same)<br>So swift and manifold: For now again<br>A long dark line upon the utmost verge<br>Of the horizon, steeping still, it sinks<br>At length into the landscape; where yet seen<br>Though dimly, with a wide and scattering sweep<br>It fetches eastward, and in column so<br>Dapples along the steep face of the ridge<br>There banking the turned River. Now it drops<br>Below the fringing oaks - but to arise<br>Once more, with a quick circling gleam, as touched<br>By the slant sunshine, and then disappear<br>As instantaneously, - there settling down<br>Upon the reedy bosom of the water.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Harpur">Charles Harpur</a><div class=q>
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Deadened by distance, of some Fowler's gun:
And as into the stillness of the scene
It wastes now with a dull vibratory boom,
Look where, fast widening up at either end
Out of the sinuous valley of the wat..."></div>
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