Blackbirds

“A slender young Blackbird built in a thorn-tree:Thought there never was seen such a beautiful bird.”

“The birds have ceased their songs,Chants forth his evening hymn.”

“Blackbird singing in the dead of night You were only waiting for this moment to arise.”

“Golden Bill! Golden Bill!Few notes but strong.”

“Among twenty snowy mountains, Was the eye of the blackbird.”

“A man and a woman Are one.”

“O Blackbird! sing me something well:Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.”