Its tiny cap was ebon tinged,
With ivory pale its wings were barred,
And its dark eyes were tender-starred.
“Dear bird,” I said, “what is thy name?”
And twice the mournful answer came,
So faint and far, and yet so near,—
“Pe-wee! pe-wee! peer!”
For so I found my forest bird,—
The pewee of the loneliest woods,
Sole singer in these solitudes,