The Birds begun at Four o'clock --
Their period for Dawn --
A Music numerous as space --
But neighboring as Noon --
I could not count their Force --
Their Voices did expend
As Brook by Brook bestows itself
To multiply the Pond.
Their Witnesses were not --
Except occasional man --
In homely industry arrayed --
To overtake the Morn --
Nor was it for applause --
That I could ascertain --
But independent Ecstasy
Of Deity and Men --
By Six, the Flood had done --
No Tumult there had been
Of Dressing, or Departure --
And yet the Band was gone --
The Sun engrossed the East --
The Day controlled the World --
The Miracle that introduced
Forgotten, as fulfilled.
