COMPANION PIECES 



(Breton's "Song of the Lark" and Miss Brown's "Man with a Hummingbird") 



The maid, enraptured by the silver tone 

 Of soaring skylark, almost lost to sight 

 As upward still and up he takes his flight 

 Then folds his wings and downward like a stone 

 •Drops straight to earth with soul-entrancing strain, 

 Responds with indrawn breath and parted lips, 

 A-tingle to her tense-nerved finger tips, 

 To beauty's message flooding heart and brain. 



The white-haired man sits spellbound by the sight 



Of gleaming red and shimmering malachite, 



While in the glass of water in his hand 



A hummingbird, who seems to understand 



The bond between them, thrusts its slender beak — 



So near its whirring winglets fan his cheek. 



