"Meadow lark" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... But the May-days pass and the brave Chaske— O, why does the lover so long delay? Wiwaste waits in the lonely tee, Has her fair face fled from his memory? For the robin cherups his mate to please, The blue bird pipes in the poplar trees, The meadow lark warbles his jubilees, Shrilling his song in the azure seas, Till the welkin throbs to his melodies; And low is the hum of the humble bees, And the Feast of the Virgins ...
— Legends of the Northwest • Hanford Lennox Gordon |
