The whippoorwill is. calling, . 



"Whip-poor-will ; whip-poor-will," 

 Where the dog-wood blooms are falling 



On the hill: 

 The afterglow is waning, 

 And the whippoorwill's complaining, 

 "Whip-poor-will ; whip-poor-will ;" 



Wild and shrill, 

 The whippoorwill's complaining, 



"Whip-poor-will." 



The moon blooms out. a great white rose : 



The stars wheel onward towards the west 

 The barnyard cock wakes once and crows : 



The farm is wrapped in peaceful rest: 

 The cricket chirs : the firefly glows. 

 The whippoorwill is calling, 



"Whip-poor-will ; whip-poor-will," 

 Where the bramble-blooms are falling 



On the rill : 

 The moon her watch is keeping. 

 And the whippoorwill is weeping, 



"Whip-poor-will ; whip-poor-will ;" 

 Lonely still. 

 The whippoorwill is weeping, 

 "Whip-poor-will." 



The Skylark^^^^^^^ arvensis) 

 By Joseph Grinnell 



Length : 7 inches. 



Range: Native of England, found in Oregon, Washington; rare on Long 

 Island and southeastern Ohio. 



"Under the greenwood-tree, 

 Who loves to lie with me, 

 And tune his merry note 

 Unto the sweet bird's throat ; 

 Come hither, come hither, come hither ; 

 Here shall he see 

 No enemy 

 But winter and rough weather." 



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