Upon this leafy bush With thorns and roses in it, Flutters a thing of light, A twittering linnet. And all the throbbing world Of dew and sun and air By this small parcel of life Is made more fair; As if each bramble-spray And mounded gold-wreathed furze, Harebell and little thyme, Were only hers; As if this beauty and grace Did to one bird belong, And, at a flutter of wing, Might vanish in song.
The Birds
Song Cycle by Kenneth Leighton (1929 - 1988)
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Authorship:
- by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), "The linnet", appears in Motley and Other Poems, first published 1918
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When up aloft I fly and fly, I see in pools The shining sky, And a happy bird Am I, am I! When I descend Towards their brink I stand, and look, And stoop, and drink, And bathe my wings, And chink and prink. When winter frost Makes earth as steel I search and search But find no meal, And most unhappy Then I feel. But when it lasts, And snows still fall, I get to feel No grief at all, For I turn to a cold stiff Feathery ball!
Authorship:
- by Thomas Hardy (1840 - 1928), "The robin", appears in Moments of Vision and Miscellaneous Verses, first published 1917
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