The Robbers : Robert William Service : : Bird Poems : :

The Robbers : : by Robert William Service : : Alas! I see that thrushes three Are ravishing my old fig tree,In whose green shade I smoked my pipe And waited for the fruit to ripe;From green to purple softly swell Then drop into my lap to tellThat it is succulently sweet And excellent toContinue reading “The Robbers : Robert William Service : : Bird Poems : :”

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