Birds and Nature, Vol. 10 No. 4 [November 1901]

In scattered plumes the floating clouds
Went drifting down the west,
Like barks that in their haven soon
Would moor and be at rest.
The Day sank down, a monarch tired,
Upon Night’s sable breast.
The wind was all but hushed to sleep,
Yet now and then it stirred
A great tree’s top, and whispering,
Awoke a slumbering bird,
Who half aroused, but only chirped
A song of just a word.