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A darker lower light
A low sky
Weeping,
Heavy with rain
The silver stream is full
And water stands silver
In the flooded fields
I can hear the soft tones
Of a Raven, high
Way beyond my knowing
Just the feeling of a Raven,
Safe and true
A nuthatch taps out silver notes
Like sparks flying from the hazel
And the blackbird sings
His honeyed song
From the highest twig
Of the crimson maple
Deep and sweet
Bathing our world
With peaceful balm.

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