With drooping wing—disconsolate—
And as his little mistress gazed,
Her brimming eyes with tears were glazed.
In vain she tried each wonted art
To heal the mourner’s broken heart.
At last she went, with childish thought,
And to the cage a mirror brought.
She placed it by the songster’s side—
And lo, the image seemed his bride!
Forth from his perch he wondering flew,