THE ORIOLE.
Reading edition
A flash of gold and black against the sky, A perch upon the orchard’s topmost bough, A strain of such unmingled ecstasy, The lingering echoes thrill the silence now.
A hanging nest so beautifully shaped, So softly lined, close woven, firm and strong, A bright-eyed mate to brood above the eggs, And listen to that rhapsody of song.
A deep serenity of blue above, A bubbling joy within beyond control. Of hopes fulfilled, of Summertime and love— Once more the golden story, Oriole! —Lulu Whedon Mitchell.
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