Sing For The Sun Your Lyric, Lark, Of Twice Ten Thousand Notes; Sing For The Moon, You Nightingales, Whose Light Shall Kiss Your Throats; Sing, Sparrows, For The Soft Warm Rain, To Wet Your Feathers Through; And When A Rainbow'S In The Sky, Sing You, Cuckoo - Cuckoo! Sing For Your Five Blue Eggs, Fond Thrush, By Many A Leaf Concealed; You Starlings, Wrens, And Blackbirds, Sing In Every Wood And Field: While I, Who Fail To Give My Love Long Raptures Twice As Fine, Will For Her Beauty Breathe This One - A Sigh, That's More Divine.