Friday, April 25, 2008


I wake these spring mornings to the wonderful, beautiful song of birds. A truly wonderful way to wake to a new day.

Came across a verse the other day that I rather like.

A light broke in upon my brain -
It was the carol of a bird;
It ceased. And then it came again,
The sweetest song ear ever heard.

- Lord Byron - The Prisoner of Chillon

I'm not sure why I like Byron. It's unlike most poetry that appeals to me. It goes back to Jr. High School I think, when I read Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, and was quite impressed.

I have never forgotten another line he wrote: I love not man the less, but Nature more.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

For me, birdsong is possibly nature's greatest gift. I adore it.