The Chirpers Here in the woods doth hum a tune, And against grey skies, the teeming boughs Lift up their arms to catch the moon, And each tree here doth laugh with vows. \nFor while I muse within these glades, And crowding sounds beneath the leaves, The chirpers of the year in spades Remind me she who always grieves. \nTo-night, as all the roads grow wide, I take a light for thee my muse, Into the wood, and side-by-side We’ll melt into the shades, I choose.

• George Meredith