To A Storm-Staid Bird

Trembler! a month is past, and thou
Wert singing on the thorn,
And shaking dew-drops from the bough
In the golden haze of morn!

My heart was just as thou, as light--
As loving of the breeze,
That kiss'd thee in its elfin flight,
Through the green acacia trees.

And now the winter snow-flakes lie
All on thy widow'd wing;
Trembler! methinks I hear thee sigh
For the silver days of spring.

But shake thy plume--the world is free
Before thee--warbler, fly!
Blest by a sunbeam and by me,
Bird of my heart! good-bye!

Last updated May 15, 2023