I IN briery dell, or thicket brown, On mountain high, in lowly vale, Or where the thistle sheds its down, And sweetfern scents the passing gale -- There hop the birds from bush to tree, Love fills their throats, Love swells their notes, Their song is Love and Liberty. II No parent bird shall love direct: Each fair he seeks in plumy throng, Caught by the lustre of her neck, Or kindred softness of her song. They sing and bill from bush to tree, Love fills their throats, Love swells their notes, Their song is Love and Liberty. III Some airy songster's feather'd shape, O! could my love and I assume; The ringdove's glossy neck he take, And I the modest turtle's plume. O! then we'd sport from bush to tree, Love fill our throats, Love swell our notes, Our song be Love and Liberty. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 38 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON GIRLS! PASS ALONG! by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |