A Dixie Lady Deer Hunter

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Little Bird


Little bird! O little bird!
I wonder at what thou doest,
Thou singing merry far from me, 
I in sadness all alone!
Little bird! O little bird!
I wonder at how thou art
Thou high on the tips of branching boughs,
I on the ground a-creeping!
Little bird! O little bird!
Thou art music far away,
Like the tender croon of the mother loved
In the kindly sleep of death.
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