Grand Chorus Of Birds

Come on then, ye dwellers by nature in darkness, and like to the
  leaves' generations,
  That are little of might, that are molded of mire, unenduring
  and shadowlike nations,
  Poor plumeless ephemerals, comfortless mortals, as visions of
  shadows fast fleeing,
  Lift up your mind unto us that are deathless, and dateless the date
  of our being;
  Us, children of heaven, us, ageless for aye, us, all of whose thoughts
  are eternal:
  That ye may from henceforth, having heard of us all things aright
  as to matters supernal,
  Of the being of birds, and beginning of gods, and of streams, and
  the dark beyond reaching,
  Trustfully knowing aright, in my name bid Prodicus pack with his
  preaching!
  It was Chaos and Night at the first, and the blackness of darkness,
  and Hell's broad border,
  Earth was not, nor air, neither heaven; when in depths of the womb
  of the dark without order
  First thing, first-born of the black-plumed Night, was a wind-egg
  hatched in her bosom,
  Whence timely with seasons revolving again sweet Love burst out as
  a blossom,
  Gold wings glittering forth of his back, like whirlwinds gustily
  turning.
  He, after his wedlock with Chaos, whose wings are of darkness, in
  Hell broad-burning,
  For his nestlings begat him the race of us first, and upraised us to
  light new-lighted.
  And before this was not the race of the gods, until all things by Love
  were united:
  And of kind united in kind with communion of nature the sky and
  the sea are
  Brought forth, and the earth, and the race of the gods everlasting and
  blest. So that we are
  Far away the most ancient of all things blest. And that we are of
  Love's generation
  There are manifest manifold signs. We have wings, and with us have
  the Loves habitation;
  And manifold fair young folk that forswore love once, ere the bloom
  of them ended,
  Have the men that pursued and desired them subdued by the help of
  us only befriended,
  With such baits as a quail, a flamingo, a goose, or a cock's comb
  staring and splendid.
  All best good things that befall men come from us birds, as is plain
  to all reason:
  For first we proclaim and make known to them spring, and the
  winter and autumn in season;
  Bid sow, when the crane starts clanging for Afric in shrill-voiced
  emigrant number,
  And calls to the pilot to hang up his rudder again for the season and
  slumber;
  And then weave a cloak for Orestes the thief, lest he strip men of
  theirs if it freezes.
  And again thereafter the kite reappearing announces a change in
  the breezes.
  And that here is the season for shearing your sheep of their spring
  wool. Then does the swallow
  Give you notice to sell your great-coat, and provide something light
  for the heat that's to follow.
  Thus are we as Ammon or Delphi unto you. Dodona, nay, Phoebus
  Apollo.
  For, as first ye come all to get auguries of birds, even such is in
  all things your carriage,
  Be the matter a matter of trade, or of earning your bread, or of any
  one's marriage.
  And all things ye lay to the charge of a bird that belong to
  discerning prediction:
  Winged fame is a bird, as you reckon; you sneeze, and the sign's as
  a bird for conviction;
  All tokens are "birds" with you--sounds, too, and lackeys and donkeys.
  Then must it not follow
  That we are to you all as the manifest godhead that speaks in
  prophetic Apollo?