Birds

Thus when the big impending clouds appear, And struggling winds proclaim some tempest near, The trembling birds the coming danger fly, And seek for shelter from the low'ring sky, In wild confusion and affright divide, The mournful mate is sever'd from his bride; But when the gloom is clear'd, the storm o'er past, Each seeks his consort, with impatient haste; Grieves till she's found; when found, the joyful pair, With warbling transports, charm the list'ning air.