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    The moon of the whip-poor-will from the hillside; the boding cry
    of the tree-toad, that harbinger of storm; the dreary hooting of
    the screechowl.

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Where deep and misty shadows float
In forest's depths is heard thy note.
Like a lost spirit, read more

Where deep and misty shadows float
In forest's depths is heard thy note.
Like a lost spirit, earthbound still,
Art thou, mysterious whip-poor-will.

by Marie Le Baron Found in: Whippoorwills Quotes,
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