High from the earth I heard a bird

      He trod upon the trees

As he esteemed them trifles,

      And then he spied a breeze,

And situated softly

      Upon a pile of wind

Which in a perturbation

      Nature had left behind.

A joyous-going fellow

      I gathered from his talk,

Which both of benediction

      And badinage partook,

Without apparent burden,

      I learned, in leafy wood

He was the faithful father

      Of a dependent brood;

And this untoward transport

      His remedy for care,—

A contrast to our respites.

      How different we are!