and the swan and the vomiting pelican and the little vulture;

and the vomiting pelican and the little vulture and the gannet;

For, consumed in smoke, are my days, And, my bones, like a burning mass, are scorched through;

That the vomiting pelican and the bittern may possess it: And the great owl and the raven, dwell therein; Then will he stretch out over it The line of desolation, and The plummet of emptiness.

So shall lie down in her midst - flocks, each living thing of a nation, both pelican and bittern, in her capitals, shall roost, - a voice, shall resound in the window, the bustard, on the sill, for he hath destroyed, hath laid bare.