Where Gold with each hue of the rainbow was blended;
In silver and black, like a fair pensive Maid
Who mourns for her love, was the other array’d.
The Chough[9] came from Cornwall, and brought up his Wife;
The Grouse travell’d south, from his Lairdship in Fife;
[p12] The Bunting forsook her soft nest in the reeds;
And the Widow-Bird[10] came, though she still wore her weeds:
Sir John Heron, of the Lakes, strutted in a grand pas.
But no card had been sent to the pilfering Daw,
As the Peacock kept up his progenitor’s quarrel,