The
Robin
by Thomas Hardy
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When up aloft |
I fly and fly, |
I see in pools |
The shining sky, |
And a happy bird |
Am I, am I!
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When I descend |
Toward the brink |
I stand and look |
And stop and drink |
And bathe my wings, |
And chink, and prink.
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When winter frost |
Makes earth as steel, |
I search and search |
But find no meal, |
And most unhappy |
Then I feel.
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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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Thomas Hardy
| Classic Poems |
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[ Afterwards ] [ At Castle Boterel ] [ The Darkling Thrush ] [ On the Departure Platform ] [ The Robin ] [ The Dead Man Walking ] |
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