Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882). Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry. 1880.
The BirdWilliam Allingham (18241889)
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Summer is far and far away yet.
You’ll have silken quilts and a velvet bed,
And a pillow of satin for your head.”
No rain comes through, though I hear it fall;
The sun peeps gay at dawn of day,
And I sing, and wing away, away!”
Diamond stones and amber and jet
We’ll string on a necklace fair and fine,
To please this pretty bird of mine.”
But here is something daintier yet,—
A feather necklace, round and round,
That I would not sell for a thousand pound!”
We’ll buy you a dish of silver fret,
A golden cup and an ivory seat,
And carpets soft beneath your feet.”
Can a silver dish the forest hold?
A rocking twig is the finest chair,
And the softest paths lie through the air:
Good-by, good-by, to my lady fair.”