 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 | The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich |  |
IX
Hark! 't is the bluebird's venturous strainHigh on the old fringed elm at the gate,
Sweet-voiced, valiant on the swaying bough,
Alert, elate,
Dodging the fitful spits of snow—
New England's poet laureate
Telling us Spring has come again!
| The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich | |