With tears of pity. "Here upon my breast
Thou shalt have rest. Rest thee, dear bird, I pray!"
And as the bird's throat trembles when the song
Throbbing for wings pours to the generous air,
So my heart throbbed with pity and my hand
Went quivering as I held the stranger there.
The velvet wings dropped heavy. O'er the eyes
There came a mist, like hoary mists that roll
Far up the mountain, blotting out the skies
And leaving scars upon the lonely soul;