Met with broad shade the summer’s sultry gleam,
And through the livelong year shut out the beam.
Such was the scene: yet still the place was bless’d
With one rare pleasure passing all the rest:
A wondrous bird of energies divine
Had fix’d his dwelling in the tufted pine;
There still he sat, and there with amorous lay
Waked the dim morn, and closed the parting day:
Match’d with these strains of linked sweetness wrought,
The violin and full-toned harp were nought;