O dappled throat of white! Shy, hidden bird!
  Perched in green dimness of the dewy wood,
  And murmuring, in that lonely, lover mood,
    Thy heart-ache, softly heard,
Sweetened by distance, over land and lake.

Why, like a kinsman, do I feel thy voice
  Awaken voices in me free and sweet?
  Was there some far ancestral birdhood fleet...