- From the elm tree's topmost bough,
- Hark! the robin's early song,
- Telling one all that now
- Merry Spring-time hastes along.
- Welcome tidings dost thou bring,
- Little harbinger of Spring!
- Robin's come.
- Of the Winter we are weary,
- Weary of its frost and snow,
- Longing for the sunshine cheery,
- And the brooklet's gurgling flow.
- Gladly then we hear thee sing,
- The reville of the Spring.
- Robin's come.
- Ring it out o'er hill and plain,
- Through the garden's lonely bowers.
- Till the green leaves dance again,
- Till the air is sweet with flowers;
- Wake the cowslip by the rill,
- Wake the yellow daffodil.
- Robin's come.
- Then, as thou were wont of yore,
- Build they nest, and rear they young,
- Close behind our cottage door,
- In the woodbine leaves among;
- Hurt or harm thou need not fear.
- Nothing rude shall venture near.
- Robin's come.
- Swinging still o'er yonder lane,
- Robin answers merrily;
- Ravished by the sweet refrain,
- Alice clasps her hands in glee,
- Shouting from the open door,
- With her clear voice, o'er and o'er,
- "Robin's come!"
History and Legacy of Wild Birds Including Historic Ornithology and Other Topics of Interest
06 November 2013
Robin's Come - A May 1857 Poem
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