Strewnness of the white-haired ...

Strekotunya white-beaked,
Under the wicket of mine
The motley magpie jumps
And he prophesies to me the guests.

The bell is all-time
My ears ring,
At dawn . . . . . . scarlet,
The snow dust is silvered.

1829

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