When he heard the call of Gertie?
And who this “Gertie,” who this “Peter”
Teaching you such silk-toned meter?
Mocking-birds have thuswise sang
Since Time’s song of joy upsprang,
And to each your lyric brought
Something that his spirit sought;
Some perfect which the heart still dreams,
Though Sorrow’s sands fill all the streams,
No waters in their olden place,