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THE BLACK-CAP'S SONG. 



Motacilla Atricapilla. — Linnaeus. 

 Sylvia Atricapilla.-— Lath am, 



*' The mimic melodist, 

 The Black-cap from some tangled sloe bash trills 

 His varying song : now as some nierulid's. 

 Now as Luscinian Sylviad's* aloud 

 His note ; and now in strain original 

 Excites the woods to listen." 



From an unpublished Poem, 



Her loveliness, oh, who shall tell, 

 Or, of beauty, what is the magic spell ; — 

 And what that affection, pure and fine, 

 That around the heart unseen doth twine? 



And who shall tell the deep feeling now 

 That is hid in the leaves of the waving bough;—* 

 And who shall tell that breast's delight, 

 When my song lays it gently to rest at night? 



Hush, hush, ye winds! and ye noises rude ! 

 On my love's repose how dare ye intrude ; 

 Begone with thy steeds, thou garish day ! 

 And then I will warble my love a lay. ( SI ) 



* The Nightingale; 



