James Thomson (1)

Invite the rook who high amid the boughs,
In early spring, his airy city builds,
And ceaseless read more

Invite the rook who high amid the boughs,
In early spring, his airy city builds,
And ceaseless caws amusive.

He ceased; but still their trembling ears retained
The deep vibrations of his witching song.

He ceased; but still their trembling ears retained
The deep vibrations of his witching song.

At the throng'd levee bends the venal tribe:
With fair but faithless smiles each varnish'd o'er,
Each read more

At the throng'd levee bends the venal tribe:
With fair but faithless smiles each varnish'd o'er,
Each smooth as those that mutually deceive,
And for their falsehood each despising each.

Cruel as death, and hungry at the grave.

Cruel as death, and hungry at the grave.

Among the changing months, May stands confest
The sweetest, and in fairest colors dressed.

Among the changing months, May stands confest
The sweetest, and in fairest colors dressed.