- The Blue Bird's song again we hear,
- Sweet harbingers of Spring!
- Its notes are welcome to my ear,
- I love to hear it sing!
- It comes the soonest of its race,
- And flies with gentle wing;
- It seeks the old frequented place,
- And there it loves to sing.
- Come, gentle bird, and let us hear
- Thy early notes of Spring;
- And may thy mate, as wont, be near
- To share the joy ye bring.
- Come, build the nest, the hollow rail
- Is where it used to be;
- The food ye want, it shall not fail,
- And we will welcome thee!
- The Blue Bird's song we love to hear,
- Sweet harbinger of Spring!
- Its notes are welcome to my ear,
- I love to hear it sing!
History and Legacy of Wild Birds Including Historic Ornithology and Other Topics of Interest
06 November 2013
The Blue Birds - An 1849 Poem
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