Two dots of white eggs to her warm breast she cuddles!
Whiz-z! whiff! off to your flowers!
Buzz mid the perfume of jasmine bowers!
Chatter and chirrup, my king of the fays,
And laugh at the song that I sing in your praise!
CHARLES KEELER,
in Elfin Songs of Sunland.
SEPTEMBER 25.
THE HUMMING BIRD.
A sudden whirr of eager sound—