52 Bird Day Book 



LONGINGS 



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COULD I but return to my woods once more, 

 And dwell in their depths as I have dwelt, 

 Kneel in their mosses as I have knelt. 

 Sit where the cool white rivers run 

 Away from the world and half hid from the sun, 



Hear wind in the woods of my storm-torn shore. 

 Glad to the heart with listening, — 

 It seems to me that I then could sing. 

 And sing as I never have sung before. 



O God ! once more in my life to hear 

 The voice of a wood that is loud and alive. 

 That stirs with its being like a vast beehive ! 

 And oh, once more in my life to see 



The great bright eyes of the antlered deer ; 

 To sing with the birds that sing for me, 

 To tread where only the red man trod, 

 To say no word, but listen to God. 



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 GOLDEN-CROWNED KINGLET 



KINGLETS are dainty little birds between three and four inches 

 long, with soft lax plumage, which in color is plain olive-green 

 above, the wings with two narrow white bands, and dull whitish 

 tinged with olive or dull yellowish below. The male has crown of 

 orange and yellow, bordered with black, and the female, of yellow. 

 They go about in parties, seeking their food of insects among the 

 branches of trees and shrubbery. The nest of the kinglet is an 

 exquisite example of bird architecture, being a large, round struc- 

 ture made of green moss, strips of bark, and fine rootlets, thickly 

 lined with soft feathers. The eggs, numbering from five to ten, are 

 dull whitish or grayish, finely speckled or sprinkled with brown or 

 lilac; when the larger number of eggs is present, they are usually 

 found in two layers, the nest being otherwise too small to hold 

 them. 



