THE BLACKBIRD
Reading edition
When baby buds begin to shoot Then hey! the blackbird’s golden flute; All steeped in love seems every note Let loose from his mellifluous throat. No wild rhapsodic bursts proclaim What rapture thrills his tiny frame, His heart is like a brimming cup, Where pearls of joy keep bubbling up. The lark like some delirious thing At heaven’s far gate may soar and sing, But oh, methinks the blackbird brings Heaven down to earth what time he sings!