Nathaniel Hawthorne,
Tanglewood Tales
(1918)
“ It happened to Ulysses, just as before, that, when he had gone a few steps from the edge of the cliff, the purple bird came fluttering towards him, crying, 'Peep, peep, pe—weep!' and using all the art it could to persuade him to go no farther. 'What mean you, little bird?' cried Ulysses. 'You are arrayed like a king in purple and gold, and wear a golden crown upon your head. Is it because I too am a king, that you desire so earnestly to speak with me? If you can talk in human language, say what you would have me do.' 'Peep!' answered the purple bird, very dolorously. 'Peep, peep, pe—we—ep! ”
