"BIRDIE, Birdie, will you, pet? Summer is far and far away yet. You'll have silken quilts and a velvet bed, And a pillow of satin for your head." "I'd rather sleep in the ivy wall: No rain comes through, though I hear it fall; The sun peeps gay at dawn of day, And I sing, and wing away, away!" "O Birdie, Birdie, will you, pet? Diamond stones and amber and jet We'll string on a necklace fair and fine, To please this pretty bird of mine." "Oh! thanks for diamonds, and thanks for jet; But here is something daintier yet,- A feather necklace, round and round, That I would not sell for a thousand pound!" "O Birdie, Birdie, won't you, pet? We'll buy you a dish of silver fret, A golden cup and an ivory seat, And carpets soft beneath your feet." "Can running water be drunk from gold? Can a silver dish the forest hold? A rocking twig is the finest chair, And the softest paths lie through the air: Good-by, good-by, to my lady fair." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLEEPY HOLLOW by WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING (1817-1901) A STORM IN THE DISTANCE (AMONG THE GEORGIAN HILLS) by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE RECESSIONAL by RUDYARD KIPLING THE COMING OF SPRING by NORA PERRY PEPITA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONG OF THE SERPENT-CHARMERS by EDWIN ARNOLD A BERKSHIRE HOLIDAY by CLIFFORD BAX |