The Wren : John Clare : : Bird Poems : :

Why is the cuckoo’s melody preferred,And nightingale’s rich songs so madly praisedIn poets’ rhymes! Is there no other birdOf Nature’s minstrelsy, that oft hath raisedOne’s heart to ecstasy and mirth as well?I judge not how another’s taste is caught,With mine are other birds that bear the bell,Whose song hath crowds of happy memories brought: —SuchContinue reading “The Wren : John Clare : : Bird Poems : :”

The Robin : William Thompson Bacon : : Bird Poems : :

The Robin : : By William Thompson Bacon His is the sweetest note in all our woods. The whistle of the meadow-lark is sweet, The blackbird’s rapid chant fills all the vale, And touchingly sweet the unincumbered song That the thrush warbles in the green-wood shade; Yet is the robin still our sweetest bird, AndContinue reading “The Robin : William Thompson Bacon : : Bird Poems : :”

The Robin : Seren Roberts : : Bird Poems : :

The Robin : : By Seren Roberts He sits there tweeting merrily Happy to be alive Had ate all the seeds he needs Probably too heavy to fly So he sits, looking over the view At what flowers are left to peruse Cos jack frost has been about And they have all got the wiltingContinue reading “The Robin : Seren Roberts : : Bird Poems : :”

The Robin : Witter Bynner : : Bird Poems : :

The Robin : : By Witter Bynner ( 1881 – 1968 ) Except within poetic pale I have not found a nightingale,Nor hearkened in a dusky vale To song and silence blending;No stock-dove have I ever heard,Nor listened to a cuckoo-bird, Nor seen a lark ascending.But I have felt a pulse-beat start Because a robin,Continue reading “The Robin : Witter Bynner : : Bird Poems : :”

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