Thursday, March 27, 2014

"To a Redbreast--(In Sickness)" by William Wordsworth

Leucistic Robin in my backyard

by William Wordsworth

          STAY, little cheerful Robin! stay,
            And at my casement sing,
          Though it should prove a farewell lay
            And this our parting spring.

          Though I, alas! may ne'er enjoy
            The promise in thy song;
          A charm, 'that' thought can not destroy,
            Doth to thy strain belong.

          Methinks that in my dying hour
            Thy song would still be dear,                             10
          And with a more than earthly power
            My passing Spirit cheer.

          Then, little Bird, this boon confer,
            Come, and my requiem sing,
          Nor fail to be the harbinger
            Of everlasting Spring.


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