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 Was it a wild bush-bird that brought the message townwards? No, she would not leave the lonely gully where she sings. Maybe the swans' black vanguard told it, crying downwards, Or vagrant winds blew past and caught its new smoke on their wings.

Whoso the message brought, they knew, O do not doubt it, Swift they flew by plain and ridge, like arrows straight and sure Aimed for the home, to build their little homes about it, That shall stand while stands the roof and while the walls endure.