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At sunset from the shadowed sedge

Of lonely lake, among the reeds,

He lifts his brazen-throated call,

And the listening cat with teeth at edge

With famine hears and heeds.

"Come one, come all, come all, come all!"

Is the bird's challenge bravely blown

To every beast the woodlands own.

"My legs are long, my wings are strong,

I wait the answer to my threat."

Echoing, fearless, triumphant, the cry

Disperses through the world, and yet

Only the clamorous, cloudless sky

And the wooded mountains make reply.