Now the white heron streams in pallid motion
Shapeless as snow to this earth’s eye,
But he in the bright gold light beaming
Is motion made all probable.
Earth turns, earth seems to turn now
Like this far white heron shapeless
Flying with drifting above the stream.
So earth describes his antique pattern,
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