They walked softly on the spines,
While you, silent, on your nest
Heard these names, and all the rest
Which passioned from their lips that time
You caught their name-calls in your rhyme;
E’en that night ’neath star-bright skies
Your joy-song sang their sweet Good-bys.
You’re an emigrant, as we;
Other states our birth-states be,
And we bring out memories here,