Will silence return never more?
—A Summer Shower. Lowell.
Or in the concluding stanzas of Wordsworth’s ode on Intimations of Immortality:
Then sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song!
And let the young lambs bound
As to the tabor’s sound!
We in thought will join your throng,
Ye that pipe and ye that play,
Ye that through your hearts to-day
Feel the gladness of the May!