Raising their bills above their well-filled trough.
Now in my dream a furious eagle flew
Down from the hills, and with his crooked beak
Brake all their necks, and killed them, and they lay
Strewn in the yard; but he flew off to heaven.
Then cried I out, as in my sleep it seemed,
Aloud, and all my maidens came about me,
And mourned with me my geese the eagle had killed.
But he returned, and perching on the wall,
Spake in man’s voice to me and said,