Upon further reflection, I think it's about the passage of the seasons and abruptly switches to a bird coming to realize, to its great embarrassment, that it can't carry a tune.
Quote:
But that he knows in singing not to sing.
The question that he frames in all but words
Is what to make of a diminished thing.
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See, it was singing and then got all self conscious, so it stopped. And now it wonders what to do now that it realizes its singing sucks.