The Birds and Poets 145 



The sad sound goes 

 In plaintive trill; 

 Who hears it knows 

 The Whip-poor-will." 



The latter days of August bring renewed joy 

 and enthusiasm for the bird lover, for before the 

 first of September some of his many friends who 

 went to their northern homes in the spring are 

 back again on their return journey to the south, 

 and, except for the joyous springtime, no season 

 holds more of happiness for him. 



