As the sun fills the crest
The blue jay hops heavenly beyond
Into the white peking's nest.
The birds swim dolefully into the waters,
The kingfisher chirps yonder
And there amid the brambles I find
That sometimes I gallop, sometimes saunter.
There are insects many-pedded
Looking for some respite
And each being is hunting for
Some serenity, some delight.
And into the vast gloomy night
The souls merge in one swan song
Not making jokes, not making light,
Reflecting on all their wrongs.
And such is one wintry night,
When food is sparse but there is confidence,
Determined that as crippled by the cutting winds
Life will surmount all challenges.
Not giving up then is the moral,
On vast sheets of ice
Away from the corals,
One more step, one more stride
Into the vast gloomy wintry night.
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