THE GOLDEN-CROWNED THRUSH.
In the hot midsummer noontide,
When all other birds are sleeping,
Still one in the silent forest,
Like a sentry, watch in keeping,
Singing in the pine-tops spicy:
"I see, I see, I SEE, I SEE."
No one ever sees you, atom!
You are hidden too securely.
I have sought for hours to find you.
It is but to tease us, surely,
That you sing in pine-tops spicy:
"I see, I see, I SEE, I SEE."
Harriet E. Paine: Bird Songs of New England.