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By Bernard Barton
  
  

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THE YELLOW-HAMMER;
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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THE YELLOW-HAMMER;

A SONG, BY A SUFFOLK VILLAGER.

O sad yellow-hammer! that singest to me,
While blows by my window the swinging birch tree;
That sorrowful cadence is sweet to mine ear,
For it seeks the forgotten, and summons them here.
O sad yellow-hammer! what long years ago
Through the old woody places we two used to go;
Just that very note falling from bough after bough,
It seemed the same bird that sits singing here now.
O sad yellow-hammer! there was a dun cow
Used to be always grazing, where space would allow
The tall grass to shoot up, and primrose leaves green,
Beside the park palings the tree stems between.

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O sad yellow-hammer! a little black dog
Used to flit like a spirit through brier and bog;
The violets all purple bent under its tread,
And the rose-leaves fell down on its beautiful head.
You may go to those woody lanes day after day,
But the cow and the dog they are always away;
I hear in the dim shade, un-life-lighted now,
But the sad yellow-hammer that sings on the bough.
When Summer was Summer, beneath those green trees,
A musical voice used to blend with the breeze;
I never went roaming the hazel-wood's side,
But a dark eye flashed by me, a step at my side.
I've outgrown the childhood when we wandered so,
And for hazel-nuts caring have left long ago;
But, sad yellow-hammer, within the birch bough,
I care for the tones thou art bringing back now!
O sad yellow-hammer! while thou sing'st to me,
A carol comes floating far over the sea;
A light laugh is ringing where billows gleam pale,
And a distant voice singing to dare the wild gale.

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O sweet yellow-hammer! that singest to me,
An anxious heart's blessing thy recompence be;
Ay, shake the light birch bough, and cheerly sing on,
For cheerly thou bringest back them that are gone!