Tuesday, August 7, 2018

The Robin

The Robin

by Witter Bynner

Except within poetic pale

   I have not found a nightingale,

Nor hearkened in a dusky vale

   To song and silence blending;

No stock-dove have I ever heard,

Nor listened to a cuckoo-bird,

   Nor seen a lark ascending.

But I have felt a pulse-beat start

   Because a robin, spending

The utmost of his simple art

Some of his pleasure to impart

   While twilight came descending,

Has found an answer in my heart,

   A sudden comprehending.

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