And eke my ear has heard thee

The while I fished the rill;

Thy note rings out at daybreak

Before I rise to toil;

Thou counselest Persistence;

Thy song no stone can spoil;

"Grack-grack-grack-grack-grack-grack—

Go on and ne'er look back!"

Yet, Bird, there is a limit

To all I've undergone;