4510604Poems — Little BirdieMartha A. Smith

LITTLE BIRDIE.


Little birdie, warbling sweetly,
As thou flittest from tree to tree,
Echoing forth thy song so lovely,—
Beautiful birdie, I envy thee.

At my window I sit lonely,
Listening to thy carol sweet;
Beauteous birdie, I would gladly
Burst my bondage and thee meet.

And fly away where never sorrow
Could cause me e'er again to weep;
But happy song, both day and morrow,
Ever follow till we sleep.

Little birdie, warbling ever,
In thy home upon the tree,
It will comfort me forever,
To listen to sweet song from thee.