THE FEATHERED HERMIT
Reading edition
Blackbird, who pourest praise, Deep hidden 'neath the bough, No bell to call the Hours Thou needest, thou; Each hour, O hermit, from thy throat, Wells thy sweet, soft, peaceful note.
Reading edition
Blackbird, who pourest praise, Deep hidden 'neath the bough, No bell to call the Hours Thou needest, thou; Each hour, O hermit, from thy throat, Wells thy sweet, soft, peaceful note.