Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO THE ROBIN, by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER



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TO THE ROBIN, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: The ox is all as happy, in his stall
Last Line: And with a poet's fear when twigs are lim'd.
Subject(s): Poetry & Poets; Robins


The ox is all as happy in his stall
As when he lowed i' the Summer's yellow eve,
Browsing the king-cup slopes; but no reprieve
Is left for thee, save thy sweet madrigal,
Poor Robin! and severer days will fall.
Bethink thee well of all yon frosted sward,
The orchard-path so desolate and hard,
And meadow-runnels, with no voice at all!
Then feed with me, poor warbler, household bird,
And glad me with thy song so sadly timed,
And be on thankful ears thy lay conferr'd;
So, till her latest rhyme my muse hath rhymed,
Thy voice shall with a pleasant thrill be heard,
And with a poet's fear when twigs are lim'd.






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