Poems (Truesdell)/Lines to a Bird

by Helen Truesdell

LINES TO A BIRD.

Thou pretty, little, sparkling bird!
 Why dost thou come so near?
Say, dost thou see me quite alone,
 And come my heart to cheer?

'Tis true, I do seem quite alone:
 But,ah! it is not so;
For lofty thoughts are in my heart,
 Nor would I let them go,

To mingle with the giddy ones,
 Who bow at fashion's shrine;
For they the diamonds only wear,
 While I secure the mine.

Then, as they gayly float along
 I'll sing this song for thee;
But, oh! it is not half so sweet
 As thine own minstrelsy.