The poems, sacred, passionate, and humorous, of Nathaniel Parker Willis | ||
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DESPONDENCY IN SPRING.
Beautiful robin! with thy feathers redContrasting, flower-like, with the soft green tree,
Making thy little flights, as thou art led
By things that tempt a simple one like thee.
I would that thou couldst warble me to tears
As lightly as the birds of other years!
Idly to lie beneath an April sun,
Pressing the perfume from the tender grass;
To watch a joyous rivulet leap on
With the clear tinkle of a music glass,
And, as I saw the early robin pass,
To hear him through his little compass run—
Only with joys like these to overflow
Is happiness my heart will no more know.
The poems, sacred, passionate, and humorous, of Nathaniel Parker Willis | ||