“Think of your woods and orchards without birds ! 
Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams 
As in an idiot’s brain remembered words 
Hang empty ’mid the cobwebs of his dreams.” 
“‘ What! would you rather see the incessant stir 
Of insects in the windrows of the hay, 
And hear the locust and the grasshopper 
Their melancholy hurdy-gurdies play ? 
Is this more pleasant to you than the whir 
Of meadow-lark, and her sweet roundelay, 
Or twitter of little field-fares, as you take 
Your nooning in the shade of bush and brake.” 
LONGFELLOW’s ‘‘ BIrnDS oF KILLINGWORTH.” 
