THE RED LINNET
In Spring, when the roses are loaded with buds,
And the oak-tree has put on her new leafy dress,
When the hill-slope, just washed in the late wintry floods,
Is spread with a carpet of blossom-starred grass;
And the oak-tree has put on her new leafy dress,
When the hill-slope, just washed in the late wintry floods,
Is spread with a carpet of blossom-starred grass;
Where sweet baby-blue eyes peep up to the light,
And sun-drops lie just as they dropped from the sun,
And the tea-flowers lift up their wee blossoms of white
By the shooting stars, saucy and ready for fun;
And sun-drops lie just as they dropped from the sun,
And the tea-flowers lift up their wee blossoms of white
By the shooting stars, saucy and ready for fun;
Then comes the red linnet, so joyous and gay,
To build and to brood in the oak's scattered shade,
And sing his sweet ballads on trellis and spray
Till joy bounds ecstatic o'er meadow and glade.
To build and to brood in the oak's scattered shade,
And sing his sweet ballads on trellis and spray
Till joy bounds ecstatic o'er meadow and glade.