immediately reprimanding himself for muttering what gods ear might hear as a murmur against his way for his children and his will for one of his servants , he prevented himself from wording a thought he couldnt keep from darting into his headlikewise , never again to hear the beautiful songs of the shy warblers and larks in the woodlands belonging to m. constans , while having to hear the squawking of the crows that haunted the graveyard beside the church , like the restless souls of sinners .