THE RUBY-CROWNED KINGLET. 
of trees, west to northwestern Alaska (Itowak River), breeding chiefly north of 
the United States, and irregularly in the higher ranges of the West. 
Range in Washington.—Common spring and fall migrant; summer resident 
in northeastern portion of State only(?). 
Migrations.—Spring: April, May. Fall: October. 
Authorities.—Baird, Rep. Pac. R. R. Surv. IX. pt. Il. 1858, p. 227. (T.) 
(Se ILH Ta). IDs (Sie, IRet, ID2, INN ja IE 
Specimens.—U. of W. P'. Prov. B. BN. E. 
“WHERE’S your kingdom, little king? 
Where’s the land you call your own? 
Where’s your palace and your throne? 
Fluttering lightly on the wing 
Thru the blossom world of May 
Whither lies your royal way? 
Where’s the realm that owns your sway, 
Little King?” 
Dr. Henry Van Dyke is the questioner, and the little bird has a ready 
answer for him. Being an Easterner, it is “Labrador” in May, and 
“Where the cypress’ vivid green 
And the dark magnolia’s sheen 
Weave a shelter round my home” 
in October. But under the incitement of the poet’s playful banter, the Kinglet 
enlarges his claim: 
oe 
Never king by right divine 
Ruled a richer realm than mine! 
What are lands and golden crowns, 
Armies, fortresses and towns, 
Jewels, scepters, robes and rings, 
What are these to song and wings? 
Everywhere that I can fly 
There I own the earth and sky: 
Everywhere that I can sing 
There I’m happy as a king.’ 
And surely there is no one who can meet this dainty monarch in one of 
his happy moods without paying instant homage. His imperium is that of the 
spirit, and those who boast a soul above the clod must swear fealty to this 
most delicate expression of the creative Infinite, this thought of God made 
luminous and vocal, and own him king by right divine. 
It seems only yesterday I saw him, Easter Day in old Ohio. The sig- 
