The Robin’s Day

did he for sport or mischief dance with me
or where his motives born more tenderly
in brambles black his red heart did embrace
the morning sun, and of me he gave chase
between the briars and through the shining leaves
his merry song did sweeten dawn’s first breeze
but once his play was done he was away
and left to me, and I to him, this .. the robin’s day.

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