CHAFFINCH LANE 



the bushes, drowns 

 it. I have heard 

 this summer music 

 on a Surrey com- 

 mon, in the Hert- 

 fordshire lanes, 

 and on the Dorset 

 hills; and it seems 

 to make the 

 country more 

 beautiful, coming 

 like the voice of 

 Nature herself. 

 But here in this 

 secluded subur- 

 ban lane the 

 cessation of the 

 birds' songs only 

 causes the rum- 

 bling and distant 

 roarofthegreatest 

 city on earth to 

 be more apparent. 

 So distinctly have 

 I known this un- 

 welcome muffled 

 roar to be, that 

 it has prevented 





ROBIN S NEST 



