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THE ROBIN.
From out the blossomed cherry-tops
Sing, blithsome Robin, chant and sing;
With chirp, and trill, and magic-stops
Win thou the listening ear of Spring!
Sing, blithsome Robin, chant and sing;
With chirp, and trill, and magic-stops
Win thou the listening ear of Spring!
For while thou lingerest in delight,
An idle poet, with thy rhyme,
The summer hours will take their flight
And leave thee in a barren clime.
An idle poet, with thy rhyme,
The summer hours will take their flight
And leave thee in a barren clime.
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Not all the autumn's brittle gold,
Nor sun, nor moon, nor star shall bring
The jocund spirit which of old
Made it an easy joy to sing!
Nor sun, nor moon, nor star shall bring
The jocund spirit which of old
Made it an easy joy to sing!
So said a poet—having lost
The precious time when he was young—
Now wandering by the wintry coast
With empty heart and silent tongue.
The precious time when he was young—
Now wandering by the wintry coast
With empty heart and silent tongue.
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