Volume 33 — THE BOB-O-LINK.

Merrily sings the fluttering Bob-o-link, Whose trilling song above the meadow floats; The eager air speeds tremulous to drink The bubbling sweetness of the liquid notes, Whose silver cadences arise and sink, Shift, glide and shiver, like the trembling motes In the full gush of sunset. One might think Some potent charm had turned the auroral flame Of the night-kindling north to melody, That in one gurgling rush of sweetness came Mocking the ear, as once it mocked the eye, With varying beauties twinkling fitfully; Low hovering in the air, his song he sings As if he shook it from his trembling wings.