Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
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Heavily swims the sun,
And dim in mystic cloudlands gray
The stars fade one by one;
Out of the dusk enveloping
Come marsh and sky and tree,
Where erst has rested night’s dark ring
Over the Kankakee.
A flock of mallards fly,
We crouch within the reedy blind
Instantly at the cry.
“Mark left!” We peer through wild rice-blades,
And distant shadows see,
A wedge-shaped phalanx from the shades
Of far-off Kankakee.
“Mark! mark!” A bunch of teal!
And swiftly on each flying track
Follows the shotgun’s peal;
Thus rings that call, till twilight’s tide
Rolls in like some gray sea,
And whippoorwills complain beside
The lonely Kankakee.