66 OUR FRIENDS, THE BIRDS. 
Thrice welcome, darling of the spring, 
Even yet thou art to me 
No bird, but an invisible thing, 
A voice, a mystery. 
To seek thee did I often rove 
Through woods and on the green; 
And thou art still a hope, a love; 
Still longed for, never seen! 
And I can listen to thee yet; 
Can lie upon the plain 
And listen, till I do beget 
That golden time again. 
QUESTIONS. 
We often read about “halcyon days.” How is the 
expression connected with the Kingfisher ? 
Where can we find the Kingfisher ? 
Upon what does it feed? 
Does it appear to enjoy its food ? 
Can it sing ? 
Does the Cuckoo sing? 
Is there any resemblance between the Kingfisher 
and the Cuckoo? 
Do you know how birds are classified ? 
