“Firm on her perch
Her ancient and accustom’d seat, she sits
With wing-couched head.”
Grahame.
“When first the vales the Bittern fills
Or the first Woodcock roams the moonlit hills.”
Wordsworth.
“Beside the Redbreast’s note, one other strain,
One summer strain, in wintry days is heard—
Amid the leafless thorns the merry Wren
Pipes her perennial lay.”
Bloomfield.