" With what a clear 

 And ravishing sweetness sang the plaintive thrush ! 

 I love to hear his delicate rich voice, 

 Chanting through all the gloomy day, when loud 

 Amid the trees is dropping the big rain, 

 And gray mists wrap the hills ; for aye the sweeter 

 His song is when the day is sad and dark." 



Longfellow. 



