Seemed waiting spell-bound all the day
That low, entrancing note to hear,—
“Pe-wee! pe-wee! peer!”
The reader looked up, and seeing the interested faces of his listeners, begged leave to read two more verses, they were so quaintly lovely:
I quit the search, and sat me down
Beside the brook, irresolute,
And watched a little bird in suit
Of sombre olive, soft and brown,
Perched in the maple branches, mute;
With greenish gold its vest was fringed,