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A noble meadow, so broad each way
It took three good scythes to mow in a day.
It took three good scythes to mow in a day.
Just where the field broke into a wood
A knotted old catalpa stood,
A knotted old catalpa stood,
And in the old catalpa-tree
A cat-bird sang immoderately.
A cat-bird sang immoderately.
The sky above him was round and big
And its centre seemed just over his twig.
And its centre seemed just over his twig.
The earth below him was fresh and fair,
With the sun's long fingers everywhere.
With the sun's long fingers everywhere.
The cat-bird perched where a great leaf hung,
And the great leaf tilted, and flickered, and swung.
And the great leaf tilted, and flickered, and swung.
