Sing for the sun your lyric, lark,
    Of twice ten thousand notes; 
Sing for the moon, you nightingales,
    Whose light shall kiss your throats; 
Sing, sparrows, for the soft warm rain,
    To wet your feathers through; 
And when a rainbow's in the sky,
    Sing you, cuckoo -- Cuckoo !

Sing for your five blue eggs, fond thrush,
    By many a leaf concealed; 
You starlings, wrens, and blackbirds, sing
    In ever wood and field: 
While I, who fail to give my love
    Long raptures twice as fine, 
Will for her beauty breathe this one --
    A sigh, that's more divine.