The blackbird trills with merry voice
At the onset of the night
Its melody piercing hazy murk
Singing with glorious might.

How impressive for one so small
To out-sing the robin and the lark
To call upon those thermal tides
Coursing cross lane and hedge and park.

Oh sweet, enchanting warbler
Let your tune pierce every heart
Your voice is the last, we hear at night
And first....at the fresh day's start.