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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE FIRST ROBIN, by RAY CLARKE ROSE
First Line: O robin, sing your first spring song to me!
Last Line: Mount yonder tree and carol me a song!
Subject(s): Robins
First Line: O robin, sing your first spring song to me!
Last Line: Mount yonder tree and carol me a song!
Subject(s): Robins
O robin, sing your first spring song to me!
Since autumn trailed her scarlet robes in dust,
And in her hapless passion, burned with rust
The ripened fields, I 've looked in every tree,
In every bush that plumes above the lea,
For you, dear friend with umber-tinted bust!
And through the frigid months, with cheerful trust
I 've waited for your vernal jubilee,
Till now, at last, where yet the snowy foam
Of winter tempests flecks the chastened lawn,
I see you standing, triumph-voiced and strong,
With keen bill prodding in the grassy loam!—
Sweet songster with the breast like russet dawn,
Mount yonder tree and carol me a song!
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