Bird of the amber beak Bird of the golden wing! Thy dower is thy carolling; Thou hast not far to seek Thy bread, nor needest wine To make thine utterance divine; Thou art canopied and clothed And unto song betrothed! In thy lone aërial cage Thou hast thine ancient heritage; There is no task-work on thee laid But to rehearse the ditties thou hast made; Thou hast a lordly store, And, though thou scatterest them free, Art richer than before, Holding in fee The glad domain of minstrelsy. Stedman.The Songster.A Midsummer Carol, Part II.