MAY MUSES 



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intentional delay he slowly passes in hovering 

 flight from one green bough to another, extend- 

 ing to the widest his olive-green wings and tail, 

 his legs hung down to impede his course, while 

 all the time he is singing a prolonged strain to 



THE SONG-FLIGHT OF THE WOODWREN. 



the mate who is watching from a nest in the 

 brambles. 



But the singer is answered by another, and a 

 rival draws near. Our bird visibly pants with 

 rage, lowers his head, and darts at the intruder. 



