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,