A LITTLE BIRD.
Reading edition
A little Bird in a tree Made one—a man and maiden three. 'Twas not by chance that they had met! "None see," they said; one can forget A little Bird. A long hot road, a strip of grass, 'Twould tempt the Fates to let it pass! Two people linger in the walk; There's only one to hear them talk, A little Bird. Long shadows stretched across the sky, Two people parted with a sigh, But there was no one there to see! How do I know? and who told me? A little Bird. —E. R. C.