BIRDS MD NATURE, 



ILLUSTRATED BY COLOR PHOTOGRAPHY. 



THE CAT-BIRD. 



The tufted gold of the sassafras, 



And the gold of the spicewood-bush, 

 Bewilder the ways of the forest pass, 



And brighten the underbrush : 

 The white-starred drifts of the wild-plum tree, 



And the haw with its pearly plumes, 

 And the red-bud, misted rosily. 



Dazzle the woodland glooms. 



And I hear the song of the cat-bird wake 



r the boughs o' the gnarled wild-crab, 

 Or there where the snows of the dogwoo,d shake, 



That the silvery sunbeams stab: 

 And it seems to me that a magic lies 



In 'the crystal sweet of its notes, 

 That a myriad blossoms open their eyes 



As its strain above them floats. 



I see the bluebell's blue unclose. 



And the trillium's stainless white; 

 The bird-foot violet's purple and rose, 



And the celandine Hke a light: 

 And I see the eyes of the bluet wink. 



And the heads of the whitehearts nod; 

 And the baby mouths of the woodland-pink 



And the sorrel salute the sod. 



And this, me seems, does the cat-bird say. 



As the blossoms crowd i' the sun: — 

 "Up, up! and out! oh, out and away! 



Up, up! and out, each one! 

 Sweethearts! sweethearts! oh, sweet, sweet, sweet! 



Come listen and hark to me! 

 The Spring, the Spring, with her fragrant feet. 

 Is passing this way! Oh, hark to the beat 

 Of her bee-like heart! Oh, sweet, sweet, sweet! 



Come! open your eyes and see! 



See, see, see!" Madison Cawein. 



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