THE FIRST ROBIN
The winds blow keen thro' shivering trees,
And skies are gray:
The snow-drifts all among the bare brown leas
Unmelted lay;
We heed not passing signs like these,
But blithely say:
The robin comes, the robin comes;
The Spring will follow for the robin comes.
And skies are gray:
The snow-drifts all among the bare brown leas
Unmelted lay;
We heed not passing signs like these,
But blithely say:
The robin comes, the robin comes;
The Spring will follow for the robin comes.
His first shy note, so sweet, so low,
Say, do you hear,
Ye streams? that restless 'neath the ice and snow
Throb far and near,
And angrily aside your fetters throw
To breathe the air?
The robin comes, the robin comes;
Spring soon shall follow for the robin comes.
Say, do you hear,
Ye streams? that restless 'neath the ice and snow
Throb far and near,
And angrily aside your fetters throw
To breathe the air?
The robin comes, the robin comes;
Spring soon shall follow for the robin comes.
A deeper blue burns in the sky,
And a weird thrill
Stirs thro' the woods, tho' buried lie
The fern roots still;
Yet Spring's sweet promise hovers nigh,
Hope to fulfil:
The robin comes, the robin comes;
Soon Spring will follow for the robin comes.
And a weird thrill
Stirs thro' the woods, tho' buried lie
The fern roots still;
Yet Spring's sweet promise hovers nigh,
Hope to fulfil:
The robin comes, the robin comes;
Soon Spring will follow for the robin comes.
Blow keen and far, thou frosty wind:
To rooms of pain
Carry thy message, that the sad may find
Fresh strength again,
Knowing the Winter shall be left behind
And Summer reign:
The robin comes, the robin comes;
Soon Spring shall follow for the robin comes.
To rooms of pain
Carry thy message, that the sad may find
Fresh strength again,
Knowing the Winter shall be left behind
And Summer reign:
The robin comes, the robin comes;
Soon Spring shall follow for the robin comes.