Where all life is most delicately attuned to sweet
Melodious living, here we’ll meet
Naiads dainty and discreet
With other watery folk
And watch the twinkle of their iridescent feet.
Upon a reed’s high silver point
Which early dews anoint,
The Red-wing lights and poises, swaying,
With throaty and delicious whistle playing
Pan-music in the mellow morning light.