Show I TO A ROBIN TN ALASKA 1 I I 0 varlofl thrush 1 0 robin strange Behold my mute surprise I I Thy form and flight I long have known I t l t But not this new dlsgutao 1I I 1 I do not know thy slaty coat Nor vest with darker zone Im puzzled by thy recluse ways And song In monotone I left theo mid my orchards bloom When May had crowded tho ea I Thy nest was on tho applebough Where roso thy carol clear I I Thou lurc t now through fragrant shades Where hoary spruces grow Where lloor ot moss Infolds tho foot Llko depths of fallen snow Loquacious ravens clack and croak Nr heed mo In my quest The purple grosbeaks perch and sing Upon the cedars crest But thou art doomed to shun tho day A captive of tho shade I S only catch thy stealthy flight Athwart tho forest glade Thy voice Is like a hermits reed That solitude beguiles Again t Is like a silver bell Adrift In forest aisles I Throw off throw off this masquerade And don thy ruddy vest And let me find thee as of old Beside thy orchard nest John Burroughs August Century I |