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Skirting the
river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,)
Skyward in
air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles,
The rushing amorous contact high in space together,
The clinching interlocking claws, a living, fierce,
gyrating wheel,
Four beating wings, two beaks, a
swirling mass tight grappling,
In tumbling, turning
clustering loops, straight downward falling,
Till
o'er the river poised, the twain yet one, a moment's
lull,
A motionless still balance in the air, then
parting, talons loosing,
Upward again on slow-firm
pinions slanting, their separate diverse flight,
She
hers, he his, pursuing.
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