The Migration Of Birds Poem by Anonymous British
The Migration Of Birds
Where the Northern Ocean in vast whirls
Boils round the naked melancholy isles
Of furthest Thule, and the Atlantic surge
Pours in among the stormy Hebrides;
Who can recount what transmigrations there
Are annual made? what nations come and go?
And how the living clouds on clouds arise?
Infinite wings! till all the plume-dark air,
And rude resounding shore are one wild cry.
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