He would have said, and could himself believe

That the birds there in all the garden round

Had gathered from the day-long voice of Eve

And added to their own, an oversound,

Her tone of meaning, though without the words.

Admittedly an eloquence so soft

Could only have been taken up by birds

When call or laughter carried them aloft.

Be that as may be, she was in their song.

Moreover, her voice upon their voices crossed

Had now re-echoed in the woods so long

That probably they never would be lost.