Goodbye, goodbye to summer! For summer's nearly done; The garden smiling faintly, Cool breezes in the sun; Our thrushes now are silent, Our swallows flown away -- But Robin's here, in coat of brown, With ruddy breast-knot gay. Robin, Robin Redbreast, O Robin dear! Robin singing sweetly In the falling of the year. Bright yellow, red, and orange, The leaves come down in hosts; The trees are Indian princes, But soon they'll turn to ghosts; The leathery pears and apples Hang russet on the bough, It's autumn, autumn, autumn late, 'Twill soon be winter now. Robin, Robin Redbreast, O Robin dear! And what will this poor Robin do? For pinching days are near. The fireside for the cricket, The wheatstack for the mouse, When trembling night-winds whistle And moan all round the house; The frosty ways like iron, The branches plumed with snow -- Alas! in winter, dead and dark, Where can poor Robin go? Robin, Robin Redbreast, O Robin dear! And a crumb of bread for Robin, His little heart to cheer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A LIBRARY by EMILY DICKINSON JOSEPH'S COAT by GEORGE HERBERT TO R.K. by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN THE OLD CUMBERLAND BEGGAR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH AUTHOR TO HIS CHILD by FRANCES AIRTH ON LYDIA DISTRACTED; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES |