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278 Flying in great flocks, like arrows,

Like huge arrows shot through heaven,

Passed the swan, the Mahnahbezee,

Speaking almost as a man speaks;

And in long lines waving, bending

Like a bow-string snapped asunder,

The white goose, the Waw-be-wawa;

And in pairs, or singly flying,

Mahng the loon, with clangorous pinions,

The blue heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah,

And the growse, the Mushkodasa.

In the thickets and the meadows

Piped the blue-bird, the Owaissa,

On the summit of the lodges

Sang the Opechee, the robin,

In the covert of the pine-trees

Cooed the Omemee, the pigeon,

And the sorrowing Hiawatha,

Speechless in his infinite sorrow,

Heard their voices calling to him,