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The Cardinal Bird.
She brought a redbird in a cage
And hung it from my window-sill:—
The redbird then was all the rage,
And may be still.
I know not—I so long have been
Amid the city's dust and din.
But when I was a little child
I greatly loved its wood-notes wild,
Which lured me many a sunny day
Through maple-forests far away.
For years though I had seldom heard
The cardinal bird.
And hung it from my window-sill:—
The redbird then was all the rage,
And may be still.
I know not—I so long have been
Amid the city's dust and din.
But when I was a little child
I greatly loved its wood-notes wild,
Which lured me many a sunny day
Through maple-forests far away.
For years though I had seldom heard
The cardinal bird.
A day and then a week pass'd by:—
The redbird hanging from the sill
Sang not; and all were wondering why
It was so still—
When one bright morning, loud and clear,
Its whistle smote my drowsy ear,
Ten times repeated, till the sound
Fill'd every echoing niche around;
And all things earliest loved by me,
—The bird, the brook, the flower, the tree,—
Came back again, as thus I heard
The cardinal bird.
The redbird hanging from the sill
Sang not; and all were wondering why
It was so still—
When one bright morning, loud and clear,
Its whistle smote my drowsy ear,
Ten times repeated, till the sound
Fill'd every echoing niche around;
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—The bird, the brook, the flower, the tree,—
Came back again, as thus I heard
The cardinal bird.
Where maple orchards towered aloft,
And spicewood bushes spread below,
Where skies were blue, and winds were soft,
I could but go—
For, opening through a wildering haze,
Appeared my restless childhood's days;
And truant feet and loitering mood
Soon found me in the same old wood,
—(Illusion's hour but seldom brings
So much the very form of things)—
Where first I sought, and saw, and heard
The cardinal bird.
And spicewood bushes spread below,
Where skies were blue, and winds were soft,
I could but go—
For, opening through a wildering haze,
Appeared my restless childhood's days;
And truant feet and loitering mood
Soon found me in the same old wood,
—(Illusion's hour but seldom brings
So much the very form of things)—
Where first I sought, and saw, and heard
The cardinal bird.
Then came green meadows, broad and bright,
Where dandelions, with wealth untold,
Gleam'd on the young and eager sight
Like stars of gold—
And on the very meadow's edge,
Beneath the ragged blackberry hedge,
'Mid mosses golden, gray and green,
The fresh young butter-cups were seen,
And small spring-beauties, sent to be
The heralds of Anemone:
All just as when I earliest heard
The cardinal bird.
Where dandelions, with wealth untold,
Gleam'd on the young and eager sight
Like stars of gold—
And on the very meadow's edge,
Beneath the ragged blackberry hedge,
'Mid mosses golden, gray and green,
The fresh young butter-cups were seen,
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The heralds of Anemone:
All just as when I earliest heard
The cardinal bird.
Upon the gray old forest's rim
I snuff'd the crab-tree's sweet perfume;
And farther, where the light was dim,
I saw the bloom
Of May-apples, beneath the tent
Of umbrel leaves above them bent:
Where oft was shifting light and shade
The blue-eyed ivy wildly stray'd;
And Solomon's-seal, in graceful play,
Swung where the straggling sunlight lay:—
The same as when I earliest heard
The cardinal bird.
I snuff'd the crab-tree's sweet perfume;
And farther, where the light was dim,
I saw the bloom
Of May-apples, beneath the tent
Of umbrel leaves above them bent:
Where oft was shifting light and shade
The blue-eyed ivy wildly stray'd;
And Solomon's-seal, in graceful play,
Swung where the straggling sunlight lay:—
The same as when I earliest heard
The cardinal bird.
And on the slope, above the rill
That wound among the sugar-trees,
I heard them at their labors still,
The murmuring bees:
Bold foragers! that come and go
Without permit from friend or foe:
In the tall tulip-trees o'er head
On pollen greedily they fed;
And from low purple phlox, that grew
About my feet, sipp'd honey-dew.
How like the scenes when first I heard
The cardinal bird!
That wound among the sugar-trees,
I heard them at their labors still,
The murmuring bees:
Bold foragers! that come and go
Without permit from friend or foe:
In the tall tulip-trees o'er head
On pollen greedily they fed;
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About my feet, sipp'd honey-dew.
How like the scenes when first I heard
The cardinal bird!
How like!—and yet ... The spell grows weak:—
Ah, but I miss the sunny brow—
The sparkling eye—the ruddy cheek!
Where, where are now
The three who then beside me stood
Like sunbeams in the dusky wood?
Alas! I am alone. Since then,
They 've trod the weary ways of men:—
One on the eve of manhood died;
Two in its flush of pow'r and pride.
Their graves are green, where first we heard
The cardinal bird.
Ah, but I miss the sunny brow—
The sparkling eye—the ruddy cheek!
Where, where are now
The three who then beside me stood
Like sunbeams in the dusky wood?
Alas! I am alone. Since then,
They 've trod the weary ways of men:—
One on the eve of manhood died;
Two in its flush of pow'r and pride.
Their graves are green, where first we heard
The cardinal bird.
The redbird from the window hung,
Not long my fancies thus beguiled:
Again in maple-groves it sung
Its wood-notes wild;
For, rousing with a tearful eye,
I gave it to the trees and sky.—
I miss'd so much those brothers three,
Who walk'd youth's flowery ways with me,
I could not, dared not, but believe
It too had brothers, that would grieve
Till in old haunts again 't was heard,
The cardinal bird.
Not long my fancies thus beguiled:
Again in maple-groves it sung
Its wood-notes wild;
For, rousing with a tearful eye,
I gave it to the trees and sky.—
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Who walk'd youth's flowery ways with me,
I could not, dared not, but believe
It too had brothers, that would grieve
Till in old haunts again 't was heard,
The cardinal bird.
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