—which means, I gather, that while the nightingale was—even into the dusk of dawn—yet singing her "air" or "descant," the lark joined in as if reading her notes from the daybreak stars pricking the sky.
[21]. "Cuckoo, jug, jug, pu we, to witta woo!"
Four birds, I suppose, have part in this: cuckoo, nightingale (yoog, yoog), green-finch (?) and owl.
I rose anon, and thought I wouldė gone
Into the woods, to hear the birdis sing,
When that the misty vapour was agone,
And cleare and fairė was the morrowing;
The dew, also, like silver in shining,
Upon the leaves, as any baumė sweet.