High From The Earth I Heard A Bird; He Trod Upon The Trees As He Esteemed Them Trifles, And Then He Spied A Breeze, And Situated Softly Upon A Pile Of Wind Which In A Perturbation Nature Had Left Behind. A Joyous-Going Fellow I Gathered From His Talk, Which Both Of Benediction And Badinage Partook, Without Apparent Burden, I Learned, In Leafy Wood He Was The Faithful Father Of A Dependent Brood; And This Untoward Transport His Remedy For Care, -- A Contrast To Our Respites. How Different We Are!