“How did you find this place out? Have you heard + 

My gun? It was but now I killed a lark.” + 

“What, Sir,” said Dymer; “shoot the singing bird?” + 

“Sir,” said the man, “they sing from dawn till dark, + 

And interrupt my dreams too long. But hark⁠ ⁠… + 

Another? Did you hear no singing? No? + 

It was my fancy, then⁠ ⁠… pray, let it go. + 