Of waters leaping cold from rock to rock.
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And still, it seemed, that lark with its refrain
Sang in the sky and wind was in his hair
And hope at heart. Then once, and once again,
He heard a gun fired off. It broke the air
As a stone breaks a pond, and everywhere
The dry crags echoed clear: and at the sound
Once a big bird rose whirring from the ground.