THE SONG. 243 
I] n’est plus de feuillée, 
Prends pitié de Voiseau! 
“ C’est ton aini d’automno 
Qui revient pres de toi. 
Le ciel, tout m’abandonne— 
Bicheron, ouvre-moi! 
“ Qu’en ce temps de disette, 
Le petit voyageur, 
Régalé d'une miette, 
S’endorme a ta chaleur! 
“ Je suis le compagnon 
Du pauvre bicheron.” 
Imitated :— 
———_ 
Tam the companion 
Of the poor woodcutter. 
I follow him in autumn, 
When the first chill breezes plain; « 
And J it is who warble 
The woodlands’ last sweet strain. 
He is sad, and then I sing 
Under my gilded shroud, 
And I see the gleam of azure 
Glint through the gathering cloud, 
Oh, may the song inspiring 
Revive Hope’s flame again, 
And at even guide thee homeward 
By the magic of its strain! 
But when the streams are frozen, 
I tap at thy window-pane— 
Oh, on the bird take pity, 
Not aleaf, not a herb remain! 
