Fox In The Hollow

When a mad wind wails at the hurrying sky And the wild, sad geese go singing by, Where are you, little fox? Where are you? Where am I? Snug on this vast world's rolling girth, I in my cottage, you housed in earth, Too busy with life, its bounty, its dearth, To scale the hill, to scan the sky, To watch the wild geese swinging by --

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