77?^ Kingfisher 6^ 
And again the wild alarum 
Echoes from the gloomy hemlocks. 
From the agitated water, 
Like a fragment of the picture 
Of the April sky just broken, 
Rises swiftly towards the forest 
He who makes this clamorous discord, 
He who broke the calm reflection, 
Tyrant of the sleeping waters. 
Terror of their finny dwellers. 
Thus he comes with melting ice-sheets, 
Comes with challenge and with bluster, 
Flashing like a feathered arrow 
Through the gleaming sun of Easter, 
Searching for the schools of minnows 
In the shallows, on the sand-bars, 
Calling out his wild defiance 
To the forest, to the mountain. 
Weeks roll by, and May-time lingers, 
Full of music, full of perfume^ 
