“How sweet the harmonies of the afternoon! The Blackbird sings along the sunny breeze His ancient song of leaves, and summer boon; Rich breath of hayfields streams thro' whispering trees; And birds of morning trim their bustling wings, And listen fondly--while the Blackbird sings.” SongMorningRichTreeSweetSummerBirdHarmonyBreathsWingsAncientStreamsAfternoonBreezeSunnyWhisperingBoonBlackbirds Book:Days and Hours Source: Days and Hours