Published in The Muses' Delight, 1786.

Lyrics: Anon

Sweet bird, that charm'st the hour of eve,
Still mindful of thy ancient wrong,
Whilst list'ning fairies learn to grieve,
And pay with tears thy plaintive song;
What echo sweet these shades along
Shall kindly bear thy distant strain;
Where Laura, while its sounds convey
Soft pity for thy tender pain,
Ah! envied bird, shall bless thy lay.
"Sing on, sweet bird", the maid shall say;
"Cease, cruel maid", the fays return,
Nor strains of nearer grief despise;
Echo a sadder tale shall learn:
Thy poet loves and weeps and dies.