THE REDBIRD
Sweptlightly by the south windThe elm leaves softly stirred,And in their pale green clustersThere straightway bloomed a bird!His glossy feathers glistenedWith dyes as richly redAs any tulip flamingFrom out the garden bed.But ah, unlike the tulips,In joyous strain, ere long,This redbird flower unfoldedA heart of golden song!
Sweptlightly by the south windThe elm leaves softly stirred,And in their pale green clustersThere straightway bloomed a bird!His glossy feathers glistenedWith dyes as richly redAs any tulip flamingFrom out the garden bed.But ah, unlike the tulips,In joyous strain, ere long,This redbird flower unfoldedA heart of golden song!
Sweptlightly by the south windThe elm leaves softly stirred,And in their pale green clustersThere straightway bloomed a bird!
Sweptlightly by the south wind
The elm leaves softly stirred,
And in their pale green clusters
There straightway bloomed a bird!
His glossy feathers glistenedWith dyes as richly redAs any tulip flamingFrom out the garden bed.
His glossy feathers glistened
With dyes as richly red
As any tulip flaming
From out the garden bed.
But ah, unlike the tulips,In joyous strain, ere long,This redbird flower unfoldedA heart of golden song!
But ah, unlike the tulips,
In joyous strain, ere long,
This redbird flower unfolded
A heart of golden song!