132 WILD SCENES AND SONG-BIKDS. 



The bold wizzard mocker swells 



In keen notes that cling 



Bound the brain like fire, 

 It's loud clear melodious spells. 



Until all the air 



Is one harmonic, 

 And the winds put music on, 



And the echoes bear 



Up the twice told glee, 

 Until fainter more faint it is gone. 



XII. 



A crusty old gray -beard this winter must be 

 When a maiden comes after, 

 With her blithe songs and laughter, 



And wooes him 



And sues him, 

 1" tarry and travel with her, 

 To be hurried and flurried 

 And mightily worried, 

 To collect his blue-noses and go. 

 And sure a miscief maiden this Spring must be 

 To love an old Crusty so. 



XIII. 



Go where he will, 

 She follows him still, 

 Over far mountain and forest and dale, 



Healing with love where he wounds with hate ; 

 With gentle breath quelling his stormy rail, 



Then tarrying awhile till the song-bird's mate 

 And the chiding call of the wedded quail 



Is telling slow summer he cannot wait 

 To haste and hide his low nest in her veil. 



Then sure and swift as the pinions of fate, 



