I have a Bird in spring  
  Which for myself doth sing -  
  The spring decoys.  
  And as the summer nears -  
  And as the Rose appears,  
  Robin is gone.  
  Yet do I not repine  
  Knowing that Bird of mine  
  Though flown -  
  Learneth beyond the sea  
  Melody new for me  
  And will return.
Poems: including variant readings critically compared with all known manuscripts (ed. Belknap Press, 1955)























