The chilling chatter of the brooklet’s song?
Not claiming as his own the carol of my heart,
Or listening to my plaint, he sings amid the clouds;
And through the downward cadence I but hear
The murmurings of the day.
One naturally thinks of Shelley’s “Skylark” when reading this, and there are some passages in that celebrated poem that show a similarity of metaphor, such as this:
Sounds of vernal showers
On the twinkling grass;
Rain-awakened flowers;
All that ever was