This page has been validated.
TREES AND OTHER POEMS
TO A BLACKBIRD AND HIS MATE WHO DIED IN THE SPRING (continued)
When babies wander out a-Maying
Will ye, their bards, afar be straying?
Unhymned by you, what is the dawn?
Nay, since ye loved ye cannot die.
Above the stars is set your nest.
Through Heaven's fields ye sing and fly
And in the trees of Heaven rest.
And little children in their dreaming
Shall see your soft black plumage gleaming
And smile, by your clear music blest.
[ 57 ]
