He takes the time to smooth his breast;
Then drops again, with [filméd eyes],
And sleeps as the last vibration dies.
Sweet bird! I would that I could be
A [hermit in the crowd], like thee!
With wings to fly to wood and glen,
[Thy lot, like mine, is cast with men];
And, daily, [with unwilling feet],
I tread, like thee, the crowded street;
But, unlike me, when day is o’er,