The Wing of the Black Crow

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The Wing of the Black Crow


The wing of the black crow

                   Sails silent down the sun-blue sky.


At rest he sits, head downward-cocked,

                   Upon a barren, thorny branch;


He utters raw and raucous notes;

                   He lifts his glossy, glinting pinions,

                   He dives into the sun,


                   And diving makes his blackness jump,

                             A flash of jet,

                             A somber star,

                   To sing bright his Maker’s praise

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