Obadiah Cyrus Auringer - The Untimely Singer lyrics

A bird with azure breast and beak of gold, A joyous stranger, beautiful and shy, Flown from far groves beneath a summer sky, At morn amid our March woods bare and cold Sang like a spirit. Raptures such as hold The arches charmed, and hush the zephyr's sigh, From his enamored throat flowed carelessly In musical low warblings manifold. At length he ceased, with arch head bent aside, And listened long! but from the woodlands bare No cheering voice of melody replied,— Only a faint call from the fields of air; Swiftly he rose, and as the echo died Fled to the open heavens, and warbled there.