Nightingale! Thou Surely Art

I heard a Stock-dove sing or say

His homely tale, this very day;

His voice was buried among trees,

Yet to be come-at buy the breeze:

He did not cease, but cooed–and cooed;

And somewhat pensively he wooed;

He sang of love, with quiet blending,

Slow to begin, and never ending;

Of serious faith, and inward glee;

That was the song, – the song for me!

         William Wordsworth 1770-1850


I think the answer to the question asked in the title can be deduced from the following article:

God forbid this man holds the highest office in the most powerful nation in the world.  Not only will my friends – the delta smelt of San Francisco Bay – be that much closer to exction…but maybe the human race will! 

#Trump  #Environment  #DeltaSmelt  #Pollution  #SanJoaquin   #California