From the woods near I hear again her trill,
neither loud nor low in the morning still.
Each note is clear and lingers sweetly long
past the unseen singers ceasing her song.
From whence comes this strange power this early hour?
Those wondrous strains that humbles yet empowers?
Ah, this Messenger must ne'er be detained,
decried, denied, fettered, restrained, enchained!---