Sonnet On Hearing A Thrush Sing Sing on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough, Sing on, sweet bird, I listen to thy strain, See aged Winter, ‘mid his surly reign, At thy blythe carol, clears his furrowed brow. Thus in bleak Poverty’s dominion drear, Sits meek Content with light, unanxious heart; Welcomes the rapid moments,Continue reading “On Hearing A Thrush Sing : Robert Burns : : Sonnet : : Bird Poems : :”
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MADHU MALTI 