Befleck

The world is filled with changeful light, The clouds befleck the sky, And o’er the fields, to harvest white, The trooping shadows fly.

I am not of those Fairies seen Tripping by moonlight on the green, Whose dewdrop bumpers, nightly poured, Befleck the mushroom’s virgin board, […]

Soon the heaps of rags become transformed into dark shapeless masses, patches of black which befleck the rosy gray of the enchanted city; but ever and anon a cough or a groan may be heard, and sometimes a leg or an arm protrudes from the ragged heap and stretches itself quiveringly into the air.

The buttercups befleck the hills with gold, The bluejay calls, the lusty robin sings; I look across the landscape and, behold! The birds have brought the Southland on their wings.