'Twi-tu, twi-tu', chirping sparrow
Let them sing full-throat'd yet
Until silence, broken, comes to end morrow.

No space, nor attic left empty
They, being engulfed in hope
Dwell there, perhaps, to seek beauty.

'Twi-tu, twi-tu', season stirred by tune
The ruffled, fluttered wings of clever beings
'Oft make me sing song of far-off dune.