 | The select poems of Dr. Thomas Dunn English (exclusive of the "Battle lyrics") |  |
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ROBIN AND ROBIN.
O robin, you sit on your perch and sing,
Or the water about from the dish you fling,
Or scatter the berries, you frolicsome thing,
And the saucer turn tilting over.
O robin, you darling, I love you much;
But there is another whose slightest touch
And faintest whisper my heart can thrill,
And whose eyes can flutter me at his will,
And, robin, that's Robin my lover.
Or the water about from the dish you fling,
Or scatter the berries, you frolicsome thing,
And the saucer turn tilting over.
O robin, you darling, I love you much;
But there is another whose slightest touch
And faintest whisper my heart can thrill,
And whose eyes can flutter me at his will,
And, robin, that's Robin my lover.
Your cage is gilded and builded fine;
There strength and an airy grace combine;
But 'tis not so rare as the cage of mine
Which Robin is building to hold me.
And soon I shall sit with a folded wing,
And my very soul to its depths will sing;
And though it may rain, or though it may snow,
What shall I care if it do, or no,
While his loving arms enfold me?
There strength and an airy grace combine;
But 'tis not so rare as the cage of mine
Which Robin is building to hold me.
And soon I shall sit with a folded wing,
And my very soul to its depths will sing;
And though it may rain, or though it may snow,
What shall I care if it do, or no,
While his loving arms enfold me?
Of all the birds on the tree or in nest
The robin's the one that I love the best,
With his homely plumage and ochrey breast;
But Robin my lover was dearer.
When he told of his love to my thirsty ear,
With only the listening angels near,
And his soul sought mine with a long, long kiss,
And my heart beat quick in my speechless bliss,
And heaven somehow seemed nearer.
The robin's the one that I love the best,
With his homely plumage and ochrey breast;
But Robin my lover was dearer.
When he told of his love to my thirsty ear,
With only the listening angels near,
And his soul sought mine with a long, long kiss,
And my heart beat quick in my speechless bliss,
And heaven somehow seemed nearer.
The lush grass grows of an emerald hue,
The river is tinged with a beautiful blue,
And the sunbeams print with a rainbow tint
The sky that is spreading above me;
The rivulet laughs as it onward trips,
The diamonds flash where the water drips;
And never a storm and never a cloud
May sweep the vale, or the sky enshroud,
While Robin is here to love me.
The river is tinged with a beautiful blue,
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The sky that is spreading above me;
The rivulet laughs as it onward trips,
The diamonds flash where the water drips;
And never a storm and never a cloud
May sweep the vale, or the sky enshroud,
While Robin is here to love me.
O Robin, my Robin, your steps I hear,
With a silvery sound they are drawing near,
And the music they make to my ravished ear
The portal of joy uncloses.
I long for your glances my life to bless;
I yearn for your tender and fond caress—
Oh, the very ground that your footsteps press
Is covered with lilies and roses!
With a silvery sound they are drawing near,
And the music they make to my ravished ear
The portal of joy uncloses.
I long for your glances my life to bless;
I yearn for your tender and fond caress—
Oh, the very ground that your footsteps press
Is covered with lilies and roses!
| The select poems of Dr. Thomas Dunn English (exclusive of the "Battle lyrics") | |