How sweet the harmonies of afternoon:
The Blackbird sings along the sunny breeze
His ancient song of leaves, and summer boon;
Rich breath of hayfields streams through whispering trees;
And birds of morning trim their bustling wings,
And listen fondly—while the Blackbird sings.
(by Frederick Tennyson, the brother of Lord Tennyson the Victorian Poet Laureate of the British Empire, source discover poetry.com)