IN the Orchard-Days, when you Children look like blossoms, too; Bessie, with her jaunty ways And trim poise of head and face, Must have looked superior Even to the blossoms, -- for Little Winnie once averred Bessie looked just like the bird Tilted on the topmost spray Of the apple boughs in May, With the redbreast, and the strong, Clear, sweet warble of his song. -- "I don't know their @3name,"@1 Win said -- "I ist @3maked@1 a name instead." -- So forever afterwards @3We@1 called robins "Bessie-birds." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 1 by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY A PUBLIC DANCE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS FORMALITY AND THE SOUL: 2. JAMES MACNEIL WHISTLER by KARL W. BIGELOW |