I have a Bird in spring
Which for myself doth singโ
The spring decoys.
And as the summer nearsโ
And as the Rose appears,
Robin is gone.
Yet do I not repine
Knowing that Bird of mine
Though flownโ
Learneth beyond the sea
Melody new for me
And will return.
Fast is a safer hand
Held in a truer Land
Are mineโ
And though they now depart,
Tell I my doubting heart
Theyโre thine.
In a serener Bright,
In a more golden light
I see
Each little doubt and fear,
Each little discord here
Removed.
Then will I not repine,
Knowing that Bird of mine
Though flown
Shall in a distant tree
Bright melody for me
Return.
