Poems (Bradford)/The bluebird
THE BLUEBIRD.
A flash of blue flame at my window-pane; A flutter of wings, and a merry note From a cerulean feathered throat; My friend the bluebird is here again.
Where have you been, friend bluebird, These long, long months since I saw you last? Thru what climes have your fleet wings passed? What unknown melodies have you heard?
But O, I care not, my little friend, Since once again you are with me here; After the long, cold winter drear,To linger till the summer's end.
Flutter and flirt at my window-pane, Singing your song of joyous glee, Bringing a piece of the sky to me, Thru summer sunshine or autumn rain.