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SISTER AND BLUEBIRDS.
The bluebirds, the bluebirds,
Are out there in the snow;
The meaning of their music
No heedless ear may know.
The violet's forerunner
Is that faint bud of song,
And after it the harebells
Will troop, a blue-eyed throng.
Are out there in the snow;
The meaning of their music
No heedless ear may know.
The violet's forerunner
Is that faint bud of song,
And after it the harebells
Will troop, a blue-eyed throng.
They drift their fluttering azure
Across the snow-sheets white;
And underneath, the daisies
Are stirring toward the light.
And soon the purple crane-bill
And golden buttercup
For overbrimming sunshine
Will hold their goblets up.
Across the snow-sheets white;
And underneath, the daisies
Are stirring toward the light.
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And golden buttercup
For overbrimming sunshine
Will hold their goblets up.
The bluebirds, the bluebirds!
'T is but the fifth of March,
Yet, though there hangs no tassel
On alder, birch, or larch,
They never have deceived us:
If summer always came
Too slowly for our wishes,
Their song was not to blame.
'T is but the fifth of March,
Yet, though there hangs no tassel
On alder, birch, or larch,
They never have deceived us:
If summer always came
Too slowly for our wishes,
Their song was not to blame.
This earliest May-day herald,
This prophet of the spring
Has brought celestial color
Upon his breezy wing.
Heaven loves to scatter earthward
Flakes of its own soft hue;
The first bird, the last blossom,
Wear the same shade of blue.
This prophet of the spring
Has brought celestial color
Upon his breezy wing.
Heaven loves to scatter earthward
Flakes of its own soft hue;
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Wear the same shade of blue.
The bluebirds, the bluebirds!
We heard them through the snow,
When we were baby playmates,
A long, long time ago.
Our birthday slid in music
Down the sky's reddening arch;
We came here with the bluebirds,
'Mid snow and song, in March.
We heard them through the snow,
When we were baby playmates,
A long, long time ago.
Our birthday slid in music
Down the sky's reddening arch;
We came here with the bluebirds,
'Mid snow and song, in March.
The world slips through its changes,
And we change year by year;
But childhood lives within us
Forever fresh and dear.
All miracles and visions
That used the earth to fill,
When life was one great sunrise,
Are in the bluebird's trill.
And we change year by year;
But childhood lives within us
Forever fresh and dear.
All miracles and visions
That used the earth to fill,
When life was one great sunrise,
Are in the bluebird's trill.
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