Study of a Robin - Brandon Marsh

Who can resist a Robin?

The Robin

by Thomas Hardy

When up aloft

I fly and fly,

I see in pools

The shining sky,

And a happy bird

Am I, am I!

When I descend

Toward the brink

I stand and look

And stop and drink

And bathe my wings,

And chink, and prink.

When winter frost

Makes earth as steel,

I search and search

But find no meal,

And most unhappy

Then I feel.

But when it lasts,

And snows still fall,

I get to feel

No grief at all

For I turn to a cold, stiff

Feathery ball!

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