- I am so blithe and glad to-day!
- At morn I heard a blue-bird sing,
- The blue-bird, warbling soul of Spring,
- The prophet of the leafy May
- And I knew the violets under the tree
- Would listen and look the bird to see,
- Peeping timidly here and thee
- In purple and odor to charm the air;
- And the wind-flower lift is rose-veined cup
- In the leaves of the old year, hurried up;
- And all the delicate buds that bloom
- On the moss-beds, deep in the forest gloom,
- Would stir in their slumber, and catch the strain,
- And dream of the sun and the April rain
- For Spring has come when the blue-bird sings,
- And folds in the maple his glossy wings,
- And the wind may blow, and the storm may fall,
- But the voice of Summer is heard in all.
- I am so blithe and glad to-day!
- My heart, besides the blue-birds, sings,
- And folds, serene, its weary wings,
- And knows the hours lead on to May!
History and Legacy of Wild Birds Including Historic Ornithology and Other Topics of Interest
06 November 2013
The Blue-Bird - An 1859 Poem
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