And forest shade and bubbling rill
The red-bird’s shriller notes have won,
Oh then along the dull road side—
(As if the deepening gloom to cheer)
The Pewee loves to wander wide—
There still its airy lay you hear.
Or now, when more familiar grown,
It seeks the busier haunts of men;
And to the welcome barn roof flown,
Renews its joyous song again.