Then from the neighboring thicket the mocking-bird, wildest of singers,
	Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o’er the water,
	Shook from his little throat such floods of delirious music,
	That the whole air and the woods and the waves seemed silent to listen.

Longfellow.    

	Winged mimic of the woods! thou motley fool!
	Who shall thy gay buffoonery describe?
	Thine ever-ready notes of ridicule
	Pursue thy fellows still with jest and jibe:
	Wit, sophist, songster, Yorick of thy tribe
	Thou sportive satirist of Nature’s school;
	To thee the palm of scoffing we ascribe,
	Arch-mocker and mad abbot of misrule!

Robert Wilde, D.D.    

	Living echo, bird of eve,
	Hush thy wailing, cease to grieve;
	Pretty warbler, wake the grove
	To notes of joy, to songs of love.

Thomas Morton.