gray-bird

But the shadows of the trees grew darker, and the song of the gray-bird died out among them, and the silent wings of the owl swept by, and all the mysterious sounds of night in the depth of forest loneliness, and the glimmer of a star through the leaves here and there, to tell us that there still was light in heaven -- but of an earthly father not a sign; only pain, and long sighs, and deep sinking of the heart.

Slain By The Doones 1862