the occasional cries of a lost loon, strayed from its flock in northern migration, fill the swamp with sounds of wailing.
Be sure that you are right; and then go ahead.
Nature always levies her tribute.
What was money that it should make such dreadful things of men and women?
I don't so much mind the falling, but I do seem to select the hardest spots to light on.
we know by the odour that occasionally we are visited by skunks, which are not poetic but very beautiful.