O, TO be a robin In the Spring! When the fleeting days of April Are a-wing, And the air is sweet with knowing Where the hidden buds are growing, And the merry winds are going Wandering! O, to be a robin With a nest Built upon the budding branches— East or West! Just to swing and sway and dangle, Far from earth and all its tangle, Joining in the gay bird-jangle, With a zest! O, to be a robin Just to sing! Not to have the pain of hating Anything— Just to race the foremost swallow Over hill and over hollow— And the joy of life to follow Through the Spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 1 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS O GLORIOUS FRANCE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EDITH CONANT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |