He opened the volume and read, with a questioning inflection, the title beneath his eyes, "'The Cranes of Ibycus' ?" "Yes," assented Strickland.

"That is a short, graphic thing." Alexander read: "Ibycus, who sang of love, material and divine, in Rhegium and in Samos, would wander forth in the world and make his lyre sound now by the sea and now in the mountain.
Wheresoever he went he was clad in the favor of all who loved song.

He became a wandering minstrel-poet.

The shepherd loved him, and the fisher; the trader and the mechanic sighed when he sang; the soldier and the king felt him at their hearts.

The old returned in their thoughts to youth, young men and maidens trembled in heavenly sound and light.