A voice—a Wren,
From a fern-lit glen,
Burst forth like a rippling fountain of life,
Rebuking old Mars with his death-dealing strife;
And it seemed that I caught for the sons of men,
The lost chord of an angel in the song of the Wren.
Discord now from birds as black as night:
“Caw! Caw! Caw!”
Screamed a full score,
Or even more,