Sunday, May 6, 2012

wood thrush more heard than seen



Wood Thrush Song

Henry David Thoreau:

Whenever a man hears it he is young, and Nature is in her spring; wherever he hears it, it is a new world and a free country, and the gates of Heaven are not shut against him.


John Greenleaf Whittier

And where the shadows deepest fell
The wood-thrush rang his silver bell.