When dews begin to chill The blossom throngs, And soft the brooklets trill Their slumber-songs, We dusky Whippoorwills In conquest hold the hills. When, thro’ the midnight dells, Wild star-beams glow, Like wan-eyed sentinels, We dreamward go, And hear sung sweetly o’er The songs we stilled before. When waketh dawn, we flee The slumber-main, And bid the songsters be With us again To sing in praise of light Above the buried night. But O, when sunrise gleams, We vanish fast, And woo again in dreams The starlit past, Till, lo! at twilight gray, We wail the dirge of day! —Frank English. RUBY-CROWNED KINGLET. (_Regulus calendula._) “What wondrous power from heaven upon thee wrought? What prisoned Ariel within thee broods?” —_Celia Thaxter._ “Thou singest as if the God of Wine Had helped thee to a valentine; A song in mockery and despite Of shades and dews and silent night, And steady bliss and all the loves Now sleeping in these peaceful groves.” —_Wordsworth._ Like a bee with its honey, when the Ruby-crown has unloaded his vocal sweetness, there is comparatively little left of him, and, ebullient with an energy that would otherwise rend him, his incredible vocal achievement is the safety valve that has so far preserved his atoms in their Avian semblance. Dr. Coues says that his lower larynx, the sound-producing organ, is not much bigger than a good-sized pin’s head, and the muscles that move it are almost microscopic shreds of flesh. “If the strength of the human voice were in the same proportion to the size of the larynx, we could converse with ease at a distance of a mile or more.” “The Kinglet’s exquisite vocalization,” he continues, “defies description; we can only speak in general terms of the power, purity and volume of the notes, their faultless modulation and long continuance. Many doubtless, have listened to this music without suspecting that the author was the diminutive Ruby-crown, with whose commonplace utterance, the slender, wiry ‘tsip,’ they were already familiar. This delightful role, of musician, is chiefly executed during the mating season, and the brief period of exaltation which precedes it. It is consequently seldom heard in regions where the bird does not rear its young, except when the little performer breaks forth in song on nearing its summer resorts.”