The song-birds leave us at the summer's close, Only the empty nests are left behind, And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.


The Complete Writings of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Volume 3), The Harvest Moon


The song-birds leave us at the summer's close, Only the empty nests are left behind, And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.

The song-birds leave us at the summer's close, Only the empty nests are left behind, And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.

The song-birds leave us at the summer's close, Only the empty nests are left behind, And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.

The song-birds leave us at the summer's close, Only the empty nests are left behind, And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.