The gnat-flies dance their sunny ring;
Thou art already on the wing.
Joanna Baillie.
TO THE MOCKING-BIRD.
Wing’d mimic of the woods! thou motley fool,
Who shall thy gay buffoonery describe?
Thine ever-ready notes of ridicule
Pursue thy fellows still with jest and gibe:
Wit, sophist, songster, Yorick of thy tribe,
Thou sportive satirist of Nature’s school,