“ And all the jungle laughed with nesting songs, 
And all the thickets rustled with small life 
Of lizard, bee, beetle, and creeping things 
Pleased at the spring time. In the mango sprays 
The sun-birds flashed ; alone at his green forge 
Toiled the loud coppersmith ; bee-eaters hawked, 
Chasing purple butterflies ; beneath 
Striped squirrels raced ; the mynas perked and picked, 
The seven sisters chattered in the thorn, 
The pied fish-tiger hung above the pool, 
The egrets stalked among the buffaloes, 
The kites sailed circles in the golden air; 
About the painted temple peacocks flew.” 
The Light of Asia. 
