Fairy Changeling and Other Poems — An Irish Blackbird

AN IRISH BLACKBIRD

This is my brave singer, With his beak of gold;

Now my heart's a captive In his song's sweet hold.

O, the lark's a rover, Seeking fields above: But my serenader Hath a human love.

"Hark!"

he says, "in winter Nests are full of snow, But a truce to wailing Summer breezes blow."

"Hush!"

he sings, "with night-time Phantoms cease to be, Join your serenader Piping on his tree."

O, my little lover, Warble in the blue;

Wingless must I envy Skies so wide for you.