Precious Bird
Oh dainty robin, clothed in red and grey,
Singing to this winter from the tree,
All thy happiness to fill the day,
Bringing hope where frost wouldst sadden me.
I am lonely in my silent walk,
Lost in thoughts of death and sure demise,
But my heart is merry with thy talk,
Life returning to my tired eyes.
Precious bird, how handsome is thy voice!
Trilling melodies as pure as sun,
Thee — the muse and magic of my choice,
In your merriment my heart is won.
ADL
adamdaniel 