Approached and gazed, and gazed anew!
And then his wings he trembling shook,
And then a circling flight he took—
And then his notes began to rise,
A song of triumph to the skies!
And since, for many a day and year,
That blissful bird—the mirror near—
With what he deems his little wife,
His partner still, has spent his life—
Content if but the image stay,