Talks not the tempests too raging and loud
When your delicate form to the leafy twig clings?—
And is there no hurricane-death where it sings?

Art never fearful where the hoarse beasts do growl?

Is your little heart with you when the gray wolves do howl?
Is Panther your choice when his sweet voice comes out?
Or dost sing when soft-wing'd owls are about?
When they hoot in answer to savages' whoop-
While making dark ravages with silent swoop-
And snapping their horny beaks in that dull gloom,
Do they scare thee with thoughts of too warm a tomb,
Beneath yellow light from their great staring eyes?
Is it where things are gentle, night murder flies?
Have angels' bright songs any sweeter than thine-
Or angel art thou, then, my sweet bird, in fine?

Thy notes are too mellow for coarse words of mine,
Thou art braver than conqueror of any bad line;
Thou sing'st midst terrors a sad world to refine;
The hiss and the horror, the howl and the roar
When thy song is triumphing saddens no more;
Tell me then, gentle bird, how can you sing so?

Ye twitter, and twitter, and twitter a song,
But will the world let ye go twittering long?—
While killing the gentle and pampering wrong,
They go for cowards and the brutes that are strong;

Mean ye a time of lofty story,

Mean ye a time of peaceful glory?

Mean ye a time when hope shall see

A thought and a deed of benignity?

When twittereth, twittereth that small song,
Bring'st thou the graces and flowers along?
Art thou an eolian joy from on high,

That cometh here singing that men may not die?
Knowest thou aught that is gentle and good

That might makes us happy, if happy we would-
Since the good God came in that ancient flood?
Tell me, gentle bird, tell it to me,

I long for thy lore so exceedingly.

V.

Elfin are wonders, and elfin are we-
Elfin is everything under the sea:

They come as an arrow, go as a thought;
Space is too narrow, when they would be sought.
They come at no bidding, speed at no will—
Yet ever go ridding earth of some ill!

They bless and they curse-they heal and destroy,
Their good may seem worse than ill they employ!
From cavern's dark fountain, the spring on the lea-
From Eagle-kept mountain they never shall flee.

Like a beautiful thing,

With golden wing,

That comes from where suns are lit;

Like a beautiful thing,

With silver wing,

That comes from where moon-birds sit;

Like a shadowy thing,

With dim-spread wing,

That comes from where dream-birds flit.

Like an ominous thing,

With boding wing,

That comes on plumes of the night,

And yet doth bring,

On boding wing,

A ray of the golden light!

Like a singing thing,

With purple wing,

That comes whence orient stars do spring-
That cometh in burnish of silver and gold,
Through shining mists, to tell as of old,
The story the lowly flowers have told,
How Hope was pinioned, in glory, to fling
The dawn of her future on every high thing!

Like a meek-eyed thing,

With wing all blue,

That comes from a Temple where hearts are true—

That comes from a Temple so vast,

That when at last

Earth goes like a dot,

There lives not an archangel

Can tell you the spot

Where the poor thing should dwell!

Like a glorions thing,

With scarlet wing,

That flashing doth dazzle mortal eye

That soaring, and soaring, still soaring doth sing,
God is gleamed off from my flashing wing,
See him, poor mortal, though blinded, and sing.
God sent his Justice a right hand to stain
In the blood of a Christ, that ye might remain
To work out his glory, and cease from all pain.
Till sorrow and sadness,

Horror and madness,

Give way to gladness

And cherubic strain!

Joy! O Joy! then as Winter must go,

Spring must be coming for poor souls below!

Partridge or Ruffled Grouse-Tetrao Umbellus.. . . .

Pinnated Grouse or Prairie Hen-Tetrao Cupido..
Painted Finch-Fringilla Ciris....

Robin-Turdus Migratorius...

Ruffled Humming Bird..

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