They picked their scanty fare, a blackening train
Of clamorous rooks thick urge their weary flight
And seek the closing shelter of the grove,
Assiduous, in his bower, the wailing owl
Plies his sad song. The cormorant on high
Wheels from the deep, and screams along the land.
Loud shrieks the soaring heron, and with wild wing
The circling sea-fowl cleave the flaky skies.
Ocean, unequal pressed, with broken tide
And blind commotion heaves, while from the shore,