In rippling cadence to the sea.
In sunny meadows oft I hear
The bobolink's hilarious song
Incessant all the day livelong,
In June (the longest of the year),
And wonder if his summer coat
Is gayer than his joyous note,
So grand he doth appear.
At twilight vesper hymns arise
From many a hidden hermit's throat;
Away, up, up, they seem to float,
Far, far above the skies.
I cannot feel the fleecy cloud,
The lightning's flash, the pale moonbeams;
To me, O, how mysterious seems
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