5 P.M.

Who is the bird of the afternoon?

The Wood Thrush shy, with his silvery tune

Of flute and zither and flageolet;

His rippling song you will never forget.

7 P.M.

Who is the bird of the coming night?

The tawny Veery, who out of sight

In cool dim green o’er the waterway

The lullaby echoes of sleeping day.