THOU hearest the Nightingale begin the Song of Spring: The Lark, sitting upon his earthy bed, just as the morn Appears, listens silent; then, springing from the waving corn-field, loud He leads the Choir of Day—trill! trill! trill! trill! Mounting upon the wings of light into the great Expanse, Re-echoing against the lovely blue and … More Sidekick