Here Thomas Hardy informs us the trees from where the birds flew were on his right because he needed to rime with 'night'...
And the town-shine in the distance
did but baffle here the sight,
And then a voice flew forward:
“Dear, is’t you? I fear the night!”
And the herons flapped to norward
In the firs upon my right.
[Thomas Hardy's "On a Heath"]
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