116 BIRDS AND MAN 



it tire of the nightingale — its purest, most briUiant 

 tone and most perfect artistry. 



The continuous singing of a skylark at a vast 

 height above the green, billowy sun and shadow- 

 swept earth is an etherealised sound which fills 

 the blue space, fills it and falls, and is part of that 

 visible nature above us, as if the blue sky, the 

 floating clouds, the wind and sunshine, has some- 

 thing for the hearing as well as for the sight. And 

 as the lark in its soaring song is of the sky, so the 

 wood wren is of the wood. 



