Fragrant as flowers, fair as the sunlight beaming!
Only the Sooty Oyster-Catcher knows
How sweet to us, as there we lingered dreaming.
"Dear, all the secret's ours. The Sharp-tailed Stint
Spied, but he will not tell—though you and I
Paid Cupid's debts from Love's own golden mint,
While Yellow-Bellied Shrike-Tits fluttered nigh.
"The Honey-eaters heard; the Fuscous—yea,
The Warty-faced, the Lunulated, too;
But this kind feathered tribe will never say