Come, all ye feathery people of mid-air, Who sleep 'midst rocks, or on the mountain summits Lie down with the wild winds; and ye who build Your homes amidst green leaves by grottoes cool; And ye who on the flat sands hoard your eggs For suns to ripen, come!

The Poetical Works of Milman, Bowles, Wilson, and Barry Cornwall, An Invocation to Birds