The strain opens with smooth, sweet notes almost exactly like the introductory syllables of the vesper sparrow.
Under my window on the other side came a vesper sparrow family.
From out the dimness the note of a vesper sparrow sounded and mingled its sweetness with the faintly breathing ocean.
It was the song of the vesper sparrow and the white-throat in one.
The vesper sparrow has only peace and gentleness in its strain.
Like the meadowlark again, the vesper sparrow occasionally sings as it soars upward from its grassy home.
This is the only one of our common sparrows that shows the white feather—the vesper sparrow, or bay-winged bunting.
Peter didn't know it, but it is this habit of singing in the evening which has given Sweetvoice his name of vesper sparrow.
One summer, up in the Catskills, I added another name to my list of ecstatic singers—that of the vesper sparrow.
In the distance Sweetvoice the vesper sparrow was pouring out his evening song, for it was the hour when he dearly loves to sing.