Having opened the casement, I sat down at it, and repeated these lines aloud.
SONNET
Now while within their wings each feather'd pair,
Hide their hush'd heads, thy visit, moon, renew,
Shake thy pale tresses down, irradiate air,
Earth, and the spicy flowers that scent the dew.
The lonely nightingale shall pipe to thee,
And I will moralize her minstrelsy.
Ten thousand birds the sun resplendent sing,
One only warbles to the milder moon.