And the loud quack rings out anew from sea to shore.
The Canvas-back a double zest affords,
And yields a dish to "set before a king";
And where the north-shore streams rush to the sea,
Here the rare Harlequin shoots past on rapid wing.
To Grondine's flats the Ibis yet returns;
The snowy Goose loves well the sedgy shore;
Loud booms the Bittern 'midst the clustering reeds,
And the famed Heron nests on pine-top as of yore.
If shapely form and splendour charm the eye,