GREEN wings and yellow breasts on birds that stare
That turn their heads and stare,
And a red streamer tail!
They come from Yucatan
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I AM a young girl;
I live here alone:
I write long letters
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The moon-cradle's rocking and rocking,
Where a cloud and a cloud goes by:
Silently rocking and rocking,
The moon-cradle out in the sky.
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IT was pure indeed,
The air we breathed in, the light we saw,
I and my brother, when we played that day,
Or piped to one another; then there came
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FOUL-FEATHERED and scald-necked,
They sit in evil state;
Raw marks upon their breasts
As on men's wearing chains.
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WE mark the playing-time of sun and rain,
Until the rain too heavily upon us
Leans, and the sun stamps down upon our lustres,
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I'LL be an otter, and I'll let you swim
A mate beside me; we will venture down
A deep, full river when the sky above
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THE birds that soar break space
Like heavy bodies hurled!
Not so the birds of night
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THEY have hanged Roger Casement to the tolling
of a bell,
Ochone, och, ochone, ochone!
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On and on,
O white brother!
Thunder does not daunt thee!
How thou movest!
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