light coming into clouds above
black plane of ridge
sound of bird chirping on rose
branch in foreground
who often gave thought to present,
even those shown
among those, things there turning
into, function of
Bottom calling out “the woosel
cock so black of hue
with orange tawny bill, the
throstle with his note”
grey whiteness of clouds above still
shadowed ridge
white line of wave breaking across
mouth of channel
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