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 Sometimes a dropping from the sky
 * I heard the Lavrock sing;

Sometimes all little birds that are How they seem'd to fill the sea and air
 * With their sweet jargoning,

And now 'twas like all instruments,
 * Now like, a lonely flute;

And now it is an angel's song
 * That makes the heavens be mute.

It ceas'd: yet still the sails made on
 * A pleasant noise till noon,

A noise like of a hidden brook
 * In the leafy month of June,

That to the leeping woods all night
 * Singeth a quiet tune.