Bird of the wilderness, dearer than Philomel ; 
Echoes are telling thy notes from the hill and dell ; 
Lovers and poets delighted are listening 
When the first star in the dewdrop is glistening, 
Waiting the call of the eremite forester,— 
Lonely, nocturnal and sentinel chorister ! 
Prophet of gladness, but never foreboding ll, 
Caroling cheertly from his green domicile, 
Utiering whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, 
Sibylline, tuneful, mysterious whippoorwill. 
WILson Fiaae. 
