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bank of gray moved eastward as soft & stilly as the wing of an owl with a ribband [[ribbon]] of dazzling light along its western rim where the sun was.

I started a woodcock at the spring and wished for a moment I had my rifle. 

Then I heard some of the most exquisite music that I have ever listened to.

It was a shy bird (apparently a song sparrow at a range of 90 feet which it scrupulously kept from me) that sang at