 | 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 | |