. Birds and flowers, or, Lays and lyrics of rural life . Oer the crag, and oer the peakSplintered, savage, wild, and bare, On wild wing the Bird-flocksWheel amid the air. 106 BIRDS. Wheel amid the breezy air, Singing, screaming in their flight,Callins: to their Bird-mates, In a troubleless delight!In the green and leafy wood. Where the branching ferns up-curl,Soon as is the dawning, Wakes the mavis and the merle;Wakes the cuckoo on the bough; Wakes the jay with ruddy breast;Wakes the mother ring-dove, Brooding on her nest! O the sunny summer-time ! O the leafy summer-time !Merry is the Birds l
. Birds and flowers, or, Lays and lyrics of rural life . Oer the crag, and oer the peakSplintered, savage, wild, and bare, On wild wing the Bird-flocksWheel amid the air. 106 BIRDS. Wheel amid the breezy air, Singing, screaming in their flight,Callins: to their Bird-mates, In a troubleless delight!In the green and leafy wood. Where the branching ferns up-curl,Soon as is the dawning, Wakes the mavis and the merle;Wakes the cuckoo on the bough; Wakes the jay with ruddy breast;Wakes the mother ring-dove, Brooding on her nest! O the sunny summer-time ! O the leafy summer-time !Merry is the Birds life, When the year is in its prime!Some are strong and some are weak ; Some love day and some lovenight;But whateer a Bird is, Whateer loves—it has delight,In the joyous song it sings; In the liquid air it cleaves; BIRDS. 107 In the sunshine; in the shower;In the nest it weaves !. Do we wake; or do we sleep; Go our fancies in a crowdAfter many a dull care— Birds are singing loud !Sing then, linnet; sing then, wren ; Merle and mavis, sing your fill; 108 BIRDS. And thou, rapturous skylark,Sing and soar up from the hill! Sing, O nightingale, and pourOut for us sweet fancies new !— Singing thus for us, Birds,We will sing of you !
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