The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter With an Introduction by George Meredith |
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AN IRISH BLACKBIRD |
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AN IRISH BLACKBIRD
This is my brave singer,
With his beak of gold;
Now my heart's a captive
In his song's sweet hold.
With his beak of gold;
Now my heart's a captive
In his song's sweet hold.
O, the lark's a rover,
Seeking fields above:
But my serenader
Hath a human love.
Seeking fields above:
But my serenader
Hath a human love.
“Hark!” he says, “in winter
Nests are full of snow,
But a truce to wailing,
Summer breezes blow.
Nests are full of snow,
But a truce to wailing,
Summer breezes blow.
“Hush!” he sings, “with night-time
Phantoms cease to be,
Join your serenader
Piping on his tree.”
Phantoms cease to be,
Join your serenader
Piping on his tree.”
O, my little lover,
Warble in the blue;
Wingless must I envy
Skies so wide for you.
Warble in the blue;
Wingless must I envy
Skies so wide for you.
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