In plaintive cadence o’er and o’er,
Like children that have lost their way
And know their names, but nothing more.”
| [5] | The Kingfishers’ Home Life, W. L. Baily in Bird-Lore. |
XXIV
THE TIDE HAS TURNED
THE MASQUERADING CHICKADEE
I came to the woods in the dead of the year,
I saw the wing’d sprite thro’ the green-brier peeping:
“Darling of Winter, you’ve nothing to fear,