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Soft sounds are sailing through the air; Sweet sounds are springing from the stream; And fairest things, where all is fair, Join gently in the grateful theme. And the Lark, &c., &c. The morn, the morn is in the skies; The reaper singeth from the corn; The shepherd on the hills replies; And all things now salute the morn, Even the Lark, &c., &c.
Sweet, think not I am at ease, For because my chief part singeth; This song from death's sorrow springeth, As to Swan in last disease; For no dumbness nor death bringeth Stay to true love's melody: Heart and soul do sing in me. 'There! cried lady Margaret, with a merry laugh. 'What says the English song to my English husband?
Cuckoo, cuckoo, well singeth thou cuckoo, Thou art never silent now. Sing cuckoo, now, sing cuckoo, Sing cuckoo, sing cuckoo, now!" *Turns to the green fern or "vert." Vert is French for "green." Is that not pretty? Can you not hear the cuckoo call, even though the lamps may be lit and the winter wind be shrill without? But I think it is prettier still in its thirteenth-century English.
And not only he hath comfort in this, but also in psalms and hymns, and anthems of holy Church, that the heart singeth them sweetly, devoutly, and freely, without any travail of the soul, or bitterness in the same time, and notes that holy Church useth.
How delightfully the imagination, when wrought upon by these moral influences, turns everything to melody and beauty: The very crowing of the cock, who is sometimes heard in the profound repose of the country, "telling the night-watches to his feathery dames," was thought by the common people to announce the approach of this sacred festival: "Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long: And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome then no planets strike, No fairy takes, no witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time."
She singeth. Ah, for the maidens that ye leave! Who now shall save the hay? What grooms shall kiss our lips at eve, When June hath mastered May? He singeth. The wheat is won, the seed is sown, Here toileth many a maid, And ere the hay knee-deep hath grown Your grooms the grass shall wade. They sing all together. Then fair befall the mountain-side Whereon the play shall be!
And thou too, in the earth wilt be lapped in silence, but the nymphs have thought good that the frog should eternally sing. Nay, him I would not envy, for 'tis no sweet song he singeth. Begin, ye Sicilian Muses, begin the dirge. Poison came, Bion, to thy mouth, thou didst know poison. To such lips as thine did it come, and was not sweetened?
That wretch was false in his promises. For some reason that wicked person was separated from her. Separated from her, that wretch wandered about oppressed with woe, and burning with grief he resteth not by day or night. And at night, remembering her, he singeth this sloka.
"Some prisoner of another gaol," he read, "singeth, danceth in his two fetters, and feareth not his feet for stumbling at a stone; while God's prisoner, that hath but his one foot fettered by the gout, lieth groaning on a couch, and quaketh and crieth out if he fear there would fall on his foot no more than a cushion."
The statistics of how many loves or friendships have really been severed by non-attention to this important precaution, might be somewhat difficult to compile, and the attempt need not be made in this connection. "The bird which singeth in the early morn, Ere night by cruel talons will be torn."
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