Robin on a leafless bough,
Lord in Heaven, how he sings!
Now cold Winter's cruel Wind
Makes playmates of withered things.
How he sings for joy this morn !
How his breast doth pant and glow!
Look you how he stands and sings,
Half-way up his legs in snow!
If these crumbs of bread were pearls,
And I had no bread at home,
He should have them for that song;
Pretty Robin Redbreast, Come.
Submitted by Emily Ezust [Administrator]
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