" 'T is a woodland enchanted ! 

 By no sadder spirit 

 Than blackbirds and thrushes, 

 That whistle to cheer it 

 All day in the bushes, 

 This woodland is haunted : 

 And in a small clearing, 

 Beyond sight or hearing 

 Of human annoyance, 

 The little fount gushes." 



LOWELL. 



" The blackbirds make the maples ring 

 With social cheer and jubilee ; 

 The redwing flutes his o-ka-lee" 



EMERSON. 



