this charm is wasted on the earth and sky,
tell them, dear
that if eyes were made for seeing
then Beauty is it's own for being.
The very idea of a bird is a symbol and a suggestion to the poet. A bird seems to be at the top of the scale, so vehement and intense his life. . . . The beautiful vagabonds, endowed with every grace, masters of all climes, and knowing no bounds -- how many human aspirations are realised in their free, holiday-lives -- and how many suggestions to the poet in their flight and song!
John Burroughs (1837 - 1921), Birds and Poets, 1887
Use what talents you possess: the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.
Henry Van Dyke
i am delighted to welcome one and all to our december feasting.
thank you charming visitors for coming by.