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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ROBIN REDBREAST, by MATHILDE BLIND Poet's Biography
First Line: The year's grown songless! No glad pipings thrill
Last Line: One friend becomes its last, best consolation.
Alternate Author Name(s): Lake, Claude
Subject(s): Robins
First Line: The year's grown songless! No glad pipings thrill
Last Line: One friend becomes its last, best consolation.
Alternate Author Name(s): Lake, Claude
Subject(s): Robins
THE year's grown songless! No glad pipings thrill
The hedge-row elms, whose wind-worn branches shower
Their leaves on the sere grass, where some late flower
In golden chalice hoards the sunlight still.
Our summer guests, whose raptures used to fill
Each apple-blossomed garth and honeyed bower,
Have in adversity's inclement hour
Abandoned us to bleak November's chill.
But hearken! Yonder russet bird among
The crimson clusters of the homely thorn
Still bubbles o'er with little rills of song --
A blending of sweet hope and resignation:
Even so, when life of love and youth is shorn,
One friend becomes its last, best consolation.
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