Then breaks from out the bush with hurried wing,
Restless and passionate. She tunes her throat,
Laments awhile in wavering trills, and then
Floods with a stream of sweetness all the glen.
Jean Ingelow.
Dark winter is waning,
Bright summer is reigning,
The world is regaining,
Its beauty in May.
The wild woods are ringing
With birds sweetly singing,
Where dewdrops are clinging
To flowret and spray.