I thought all sea-birds were songless." "Aye! a sea-bird," answered Socrates, "a bird called the Halcyon, and has a note full of plaining and tears.

There is an old story people tell of it.

It was a mortal woman once, daughter of Aeolus, god of the winds.

Ceyx, the son of the morning-star, wedded her in her early maidenhood.

The son was not less fair than the father; and when it came to pass that he died, the crying of the girl as she lamented his sweet usage, was, Just that! And some while after, as Heaven willed, she was changed into a bird.