The lingering echoes thrill the silence now.
A hanging nest so beautifully shaped,
So softly lined, close woven, firm and strong,
A bright-eyed mate to brood above the eggs,
And listen to that rhapsody of song.
A deep serenity of blue above,
A bubbling joy within beyond control.
Of hopes fulfilled, of Summertime and love—
Once more the golden story, Oriole!
—Lulu Whedon Mitchell.