第324章 A SONG AFTER SUNDOWN(2)

The laverock sings a bonny lay, above the Scottish heather, It sprinkles from the dome of day like light and love together;He drops the golden notes to greet his brooding mate, his dearie;I only know one song more sweet, the vespers of the veery.

In English gardens green and bright, and rich in fruity treasure, I've heard the blackbird with delight repeat his merry measure;The ballad was a lively one, the tune was loud and cheery, And yet with every setting sun I listened for the veery.

O far away, and far away, the tawny thrush is singing, New England woods at close of day with that clear chant are ringing;And when my light of life is low, and heart and flesh are weary, I fain would hear, before I go, the wood-notes of the veery.

1895.