Perchd on the cedars topmost bough, And gay with gilded wings, Perchance the patron of his vow, Some artless linnet sings. ShenstoneValentines Day.
Hail to thee, far above the rest In joy of voice and pinion! Thou, linnet! in thy green array, Presiding spirit here to-day, Dost lead the revels of the May; And this is thy dominion. WordsworthThe Green Linnet.