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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ROBIN'S SECRET, by KATHARINE LEE BATES Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Tis the blithest, bonniest weather for a bird to flirt a feather Last Line: And I never, never, never, never, never meant to tell. Subject(s): Robins | |||
'T IS the blithest, bonniest weather for a bird to flirt a feather, For a bird to trill and warble, all his wee red breast a-swell. I've a secret. You may listen till your blue eyes dance and glisten, Little maiden, but I'll never, never, never, never tell. You'll find no more wary piper, till the strawberries wax riper In December than in June -- aha! all up and down the dell, Where my nest is set, for certain, with a pink and snowy curtain, East or west, but which I'll never, never, never, never tell. You may prick me with a thistle, if you ever hear me whistle How my brooding mate, whose weariness my carols sweet dispel, All between the clouds and clover, apple blossoms drooping over, Twitters low that I must never, never, never, never tell. Oh, I swear no closer fellow stains his bill in cherries mellow. Tra la la! and tirra lirra! I'm the jauntiest sentinel, Perched beside my jewel-casket, where lie hidden -- don't you ask it, For of those three eggs I'll never, never, never, never tell. Chirp! chirp! chirp! alack! for pity! Who hath marred my merry ditty? Who hath stirred the scented petals, peeping in where robins dwell? Oh, my mate! May Heaven defend her! Little maidens' hearts are tender, And I never, never, never, never, never meant to tell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROBIN IN JANUARY by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING OWL AGAINST ROBIN by SIDNEY LANIER HUMAN, AVIAN, VEGETABLE, BLOOD by KENNETH REXROTH THE BROWN VEST by BARBARA GUEST A ROBIN by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE ROBIN REDBREAST by GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE FIRST VOYAGE OF JOHN CABOT [1497] by KATHARINE LEE BATES |
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