A bluebird lives in yonder tree,
Likewise a little chickadee,
In two woodpeckers’ nests—rent free!
There, where the weeping willow weeps,
A dainty housewren sweetly cheeps—
From an old oriole’s nest she peeps.
I see the English sparrow tilt...
Misshapen, black, unlovely to the sight,
O mute companion of the murky mole,
You must feel overjoyed to have a white,
Imperious, dainty lily for a soul.
Out in the misty moonlight
The first snowflakes I see,
As they frolic among the leafless
Limbs of the apple-tree.
Faintly they seem to whisper,
As round the boughs they wing:
“We are the ghosts of the blossoms
That died in the...
A pale Italian peasant,
Beside the dusty way,
Upon this morning pleasant
Kneels in the sun to pray.
Silent in her devotion,
With fervent glance she pleads;
Her fingers’ only motion,
Telling her amber beads.
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