Lazily undulates all thro' the tall standing army of rushes.。，And all is waiting for the morrow light:
。，Is transfigured and transformed.
All the white ambrosial beauty。，I feel them no longer, but still, O still
Lightens thro' his veins, and he is gone!。，Shedding light and warmth! without
。，Whose wings are not mature, but still
The captive bursts to song again.。，And all is waiting for the morrow light:
O then is the season to wed thee a bride!。，With daisy meads and dewy leaves.
Blissfully hovers--O sweetest! but pluck it not! even in the。，SONG
。，And fancy all the landscape lying
For they, in their salvation, know。，Thrills quickened with the draught of life,
Now the wood pigeon wings a rapid flight,。，
Will rise from out the slimy flood,。，And the twin notes thus tuned their ditty, -
。，To many it is but a sweep of land!
Came to thy darkened door imploring thee;。，Might find thee in some amber clime,
Round on the western hill-side warbles the rich-billed ouzel;。，sweeter.
Calmer the silence follows every call;。，The stars will watch the flowers asleep,
Might find thee in some amber clime,。，Blest with the sweat of labour, blest
，Shells her hand against her ear! -。，Three short songs gives the clear-voiced throstle,