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winds had hushed at last as by command;
 * The quiet sky above,

With its grey clouds spread o'er the fallow land,
 * Sat brooding like a dove

There was no motion in the air, no sound
 * Within the tree-tops stirred,

Save when some last leaf, fluttering to the ground,
 * Dropped like a wounded bird:

Or when the swart rooks in a gathering crowd
 * With clamorous noises wheeled,

Hovering awhile, then swooped with wranglings loud
 * Down on the stubbly field.

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