Heigho! the lark and the owl! <br /> One flies the morning, and one lulls the night: <br /> Only the nightingale, poor fond soul, <br /> Sings like the fool through darkness and light. <br /> <br /> 'A widow bird sate mourning for her love <br /> Upon a wintry bough; <br /> The frozen wind crept on above, <br /> The freezing stream below. <br /> <br /> 'There was no leaf upon the forest bare, <br /> No flower upon the ground, <br /> And little motion in the air <br /> Except the mill-wheel's sound.'<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/archy-s-song-from-charles-the-first-a-widow-bird-sate-mourning-for-her-love/
