When birds of passage reached this land of darkness, they trilled their softest songs and went to rest, and when they waked, they soared away in search of brighter lands.
"The Green Forest Fairy Book"
Loretta Ellen Brady
Sweetly, faintly it trilled and ended in a light laugh.
"A Son of the Hills"
Harriet T. Comstock
"I'm going to stay," he trilled, "and grow up with the city."
"One Woman's Life"
Robert Herrick