AMONGST THE ISLAND BIRDS. EARLY MAY 9 
tall and sleek, bending their waving heads 
in the soft breeze. And the lychens red and 
white are there, and wild marguerites galore. 
And giving life to all, the placid waters 
-IV: ‘THE ISLAND WE WERE COMING TO.’ 
spread a thousand thousand mirrors as it 
seems, to right and left, as far as eye can 
see. Having lit our pipes to add completion 
to our joys, we settle to work. Past the 
