...golden-crowned wren (motacilla regulus) begins its song. The lark, also, must not be forgotten : — In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run, Like an embodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple...

...cloud of 6re ; The blue deep thou wingest, .And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightning, Thou dost Boat and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple...

...cloud of fire," The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightning, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale puiple...

...the whole air seems sparkling and alive with the light of hia strains ; singing, as Shelley says, ' In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening ; Like a high-born maiden In a palace-tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music...

...cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple...

...cloud of fire ; The hlue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are hright'ning, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unhodied joy whose race is just hegun. The pale purple...

...cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which...Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose raee ia just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven, In the broad...

...still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er whieh elouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose raee is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven, In the broad...

...a cloud of fire The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, _ Thou dost float and run ; 'ke an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts...

...cloud of fire ! The blue deep thou wingest, And singing, still dost soar: and soaring, ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which...are brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an embodied joy, whose race has just begun. The pale purple even Melts round thy flight; Like a star of...