致水鸟to_the_waterfowl.pptVIP

To a Waterfowl by William Cullen Bryant Whither, midst falling dew,While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursueThy solitary way? Vainly the fowlers eyeMight mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong,As, darkly painted on the crimson sky,Thy figure floats along. Seekst thou the plashy brinkOf weedy lake, or marge of river wide,Or where the rocking billows rise and sinkOn the chafed ocean side? There is a Power whose careTeaches thy way along that pathless coas