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WILD SCENES AND SONG-BIRDS. 
The bold wizzard mocker swells 
In keen notes that cling 
Eound the brain like fire, 
It's loud clear melodious spells. 
Until all the air 
Is one harmonic, 
And the winds put music on, 
And the echoes bear 
Up the twice told glee, 
Until fainter — more faint it is gone. 
XII. 
A crusty old gray -beard this winter must be 
When a maiden comes after, 
With her blithe songs and laughter, 
And wooes him 
And sues him, 
T' tarry and travel with her, 
To be hurried and flurried 
And mightily worried, 
To collect his blue-noses and go. 
And sure a miscief maiden this Spring must be 
To love an old Crusty so. 
XIII. 
Go where he will, 
She follows him still, 
Over far mountain and forest and dale, 
Healing with love where he wounds with hate ; 
With gentle breath quelling his stormy rail, 
Then tarrying awhile till the song-bird's mate 
And the chiding call of the wedded quail 
Is telling slow summer he cannot wait 
To haste and hide his low nest in her veil. 
Then sure and swift as the pinions of fate, 
