My flowers turn from Forums --
Yet eloquent declare
What Cato couldn't prove me
Except the birds were here!
My flowers turn from Forums --
Yet eloquent declare
What Cato couldn't prove me
Except the birds were here!
Whydo they shut Me out of Heaven Did I singtoo loud ButI can say a little Minor Timid as a Bird
He cared as much as on the Air
A Bird -- had stamped her foot --
And cried "Give Me" --
My Reason -- Life --
I had not had -- but for Yourself --
'Twere better Charity
To leave me in the Atom's Tomb --
Merry, and Nought, and gay, and numb --
Than this smart Misery.
Has it feathers like a Bird?
By Contrast certifying
The Bird of Birds is gone --
How nullified the Meadow --
Her Sorcerer withdrawn!
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me.
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,
The maddest noise that grows, --
The birds, they make it in the spring,
At night's delicious close.
Pardon the Cochineal --
Suffer the Vermillion --
Death is the Wealth
Of the Poorest Bird.
Where every bird is bold to go
And bees abashless play,
The foreigner before he knocks
Must thrust the tears away.
But -- I can say a little "Minor"
Timid as a Bird!
Two full Autumns for the Squirrel
Bounteous prepared --
Nature, Had'st thou not a Berry
For thy wandering Bird?
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