to a humming-bird.
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Thy confidence has won my heart,
Sweet bird, and I am loath to part
With thee; to shelter thee from harm
To give thee food, and keep thee warm,
Through the chilly winter drear,
Would be to me a task most dear.
Sweet bird, and I am loath to part
With thee; to shelter thee from harm
To give thee food, and keep thee warm,
Through the chilly winter drear,
Would be to me a task most dear.
But, if my tender care for thee
Were vain, and I were doomed to see
Thy slender wing drooping in death,
To catch thy little dying breath,
My sighs would sound thy parting knell:
I have no sighs to spare—farewell.
Were vain, and I were doomed to see
Thy slender wing drooping in death,
To catch thy little dying breath,
My sighs would sound thy parting knell:
I have no sighs to spare—farewell.
Fly, sweet bird, I fear to love thee;
Lovely creature, fly and leave me:
Too well I love the joys I own,
Too deeply mourn for blessings gone:
Should I sigh thy parting knell,
My heart would ache—so fare thee well.
Lovely creature, fly and leave me:
Too well I love the joys I own,
Too deeply mourn for blessings gone:
Should I sigh thy parting knell,
My heart would ache—so fare thee well.
