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 | ||