Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume V. Nature. 1904. | | | | VI. Animate Nature | | The English Robin | | Harrison Weir (1824–1906) |
| | | SEE yon robin on the spray; | |
| Look ye how his tiny form | |
| Swells, as when his merry lay | |
| Gushes forth amid the storm. | |
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| Though the snow is falling fast, | 5 |
| Specking o’er his coat with white,— | |
| Though loud roars the chilly blast, | |
| And the evening ’s lost in night,— | |
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| Yet from out the darkness dreary | |
| Cometh still that cheerful note; | 10 |
| Praiseful aye, and never weary, | |
| Is that little warbling throat. | |
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| Thank him for his lesson’s sake, | |
| Thank God’s gentle minstrel there, | |
| Who, when storms make others quake, | 15 |
| Sings of days that brighter were. | | | | |
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