“Magic” is the thing in flight
That basks resplendent in the sun
Borne aloft on fluent wings
Both synchronized, as one

And purest amidst the cold blue sky
Is the solitary, sweetest bird
Whose wings like arrows go flitting by
Emitting song so sweet when heard

I’ve heard it in the evening
I’ve heard it in the noon
But most of all I’ve heard it
Where Nature is abloom