Ablackbirdinawickercage，Thathungandswung’midfruitsandflowers，Hadlearntthesong-charm，toassuageThedrearnessofitswinglesshours。
Andeverwhenthesongwasheard，FromtreesthatshadethegrassyplotWarbledanotherglossybird，Whosematenotlongagowasshot。
Strangeanguishinthatcreature’sbreast，Unweptlikehumangrief，unsaid，HasquickenedinitslonelynestAlingimpulsefromthedead。
Nottoconsoleitsownwildsmart，-
Butwithakindlinginstinctstrong，ThenovelfeelingofitsheartBeatsforthecaptebirdofsong。