OH bluebird with light red breast, And your blue back like a feathered sky, You have to go down south Before biting winter comes And my flower-beds are covered with fluff out of the clouds. Before you go, Sing me one more song Of tree-tops down south, Of darkies singing their babies to sleep, Of sand and glittering stones Where rivers pass; Then . . . good-by! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER THE BURIAL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SONNET: 53 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WHISPERS OF HEAVENLY DEATH by WALT WHITMAN FRAGMENT OF THE ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF ADONIS by BION THE SILVER BIRD OF HERNDYKE MILL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN JOURNEYS by KATHLEEN REA BRAID |