The Wild Duck
The heron rises and circles; The wild duck steadily flies Past the shadowy lake and marshes Toward the yellow western skies. The ripples murmur and travel O. iward in golden lines. A wild duck flaps from the marshes And rises over the pines. Shadows sink on the woodland Mistily deepening more. , A wild duck flies toward the sunS^t/« A wild duck lifts from the shore. I am lone in this land of marshes; I wander its silent streams, Where I hear but the wild duck calling And see but the yellow gleams .. Only the rushes murmur On the water’s mirror breast, As a wild duck hovers, and turns, him Toward the open silent west. —Arthur Davison Ficke, in “Selected Poems.”
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Manawatu Times, Volume LIII, Issue 6629, 7 June 1928, Page 11
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123The Wild Duck Manawatu Times, Volume LIII, Issue 6629, 7 June 1928, Page 11
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