At once a voice arose among The bleak twigs overheadIn a full-hearted evensong Of joy illimited;An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small In blast-beruffled plume,Had chosen thus to fling his soul Upon the growing gloom.
bleak twigs overhead full-hearted evensong Of joy illumined aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and In blast-be ruffled plume, Had chosen fling his soul with growing gloom.