 | Tiresias |  |
“Apart on loftiest boughs we'll hear them sing,
Pouring their rivalries from dulcet throats,
Sustained in long successive throbbing notes,
Liquid and flashing; while the woodlands ring
With flattered leaves playing choral minstrelsy;
When many a sidelong ear, a glancing eye
Will scan the singers while they list their lays;
And then, in prompt unhesitating praise,
Fluttering around they all alight anear
For sweet selection of the mates most dear.
Pouring their rivalries from dulcet throats,
Sustained in long successive throbbing notes,
Liquid and flashing; while the woodlands ring
With flattered leaves playing choral minstrelsy;
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Will scan the singers while they list their lays;
And then, in prompt unhesitating praise,
Fluttering around they all alight anear
For sweet selection of the mates most dear.
| Tiresias | |