TO A ROBIN.
SING, O beautiful bird of the morning;
Trill out thy song and then listen to me.
Minstrel of light, awake since the dawning
Of day, I would bear a message to thee;
I, too, like thee, would pour out my gladness,
My gratitude render in tremulous song;
I, too, like thee, would banish all sadness,
Shadows dispel which at parting will throng.
Trill out thy song and then listen to me.
Minstrel of light, awake since the dawning
Of day, I would bear a message to thee;
I, too, like thee, would pour out my gladness,
My gratitude render in tremulous song;
I, too, like thee, would banish all sadness,
Shadows dispel which at parting will throng.
I, too, like thee, would fly over mountain,
Flitting about on my mission all day;
I, too, would linger in forest, by fountain,
Chanting an anthem, or musical lay;
Under the leaves wait, while I deliver
My loving farewell to Dartmouth, bright bird;
Alas! only fragments of thought can I gather;
Too much the sources of feeling are stirred.
Flitting about on my mission all day;
I, too, would linger in forest, by fountain,
Chanting an anthem, or musical lay;
Under the leaves wait, while I deliver
My loving farewell to Dartmouth, bright bird;
Alas! only fragments of thought can I gather;
Too much the sources of feeling are stirred.
Thou canst inspire with thy witching numbers
Every sad heart, as thou hast now mine own;
Scatter the clouds where sorrow encumbers,
Carrying peace from thine emerald throne:
Every sad heart, as thou hast now mine own;
Scatter the clouds where sorrow encumbers,
Carrying peace from thine emerald throne:
