BIRDSONG - AND A LITTLE POETRY

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.