We have twenty-one of them up, Specking the sky as clearly as a bacteriologist's slide is specked with microbes.
"Letters from France"
C. E. W. Bean
Nothing else marked the site of the city, but the trees of the gardens and a number of white villas Specking the opposite bank of the Tiber for some little distance above the town, and then suddenly ceasing.
"Walks in Rome"
Augustus J.C. Hare
And I lay down, looking up at the sky, The clouds and birds that floated By others still unnoted, And that swaying kite Specking the light: Looking up at the sky, The birds and clouds that drew Nearer, leaving the blue, Stooping, and then brushing me, With such tenderness touching me That I had still lain there In those fields bare, Forgetting the kite; For every cloud was now a kite Streaming with light.
"Poems New and Old"
John Freeman