" My birds, come- back ! the hollow sky 



Is weary for your note, 



(Sweet throat, come back ! liquid, mellow throat /) 

 Ere May's soft minions hereward fly, 

 Shame on ye, laggards, to deny 

 The brooding breast, the sun-bright eye, 

 The tawny, shining coat." 



ALICE BROWN. 



