In some calm ev'ning of delightful May,
With music give a farewell to the day,
Or as they would, with an admired tone,
Greet Night's ascension to her ebon throne,
Rapt with their melody a thousand more
Run to be wafted from the bounding shore.
From Britannia's Pastorals.
A Concert of Birds
The mounting lark (day's herald) got on wing,
Bidding each bird choose out his bough and sing.