ROSE ROBIN

Blushing blossoms thy feather'd breast tint,
for thus they hope to fly;
'pon thy carefree wing would they ascend
to airy swathes on high.

Thine ev'ry note their perfume imbu'th,
thro' misty swirls thou weav'st;
in thy wispy path e'er rejoicest,
Summer's passing ne'er griev'st.

These woods with vibrant song thou fillst,
their forlorn depths rendest;
rainbow shards unto its darkness giv'st,
joy to its heart sendest.

Thou gay acrobat in florid vest,
from shrub to tree thou springst;
thro' dawn's glowing gossamer dartest,
peace to my spirit bringst.

Had I thy sapience, o bloom in flight,
thro' Winter would I sing;
childhood's dreams to thee I surrender,
sole thou wouldst give them wing.

Of my woes to thee I would not tell,
thy tender plumes ne'er weight;
thy breezy dance, thou rosy arrow,
my yearning soul shall sate.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

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