I hear the wild geese honking From out the misty night, -- A sound of moving armies On-sweeping in their might; The river ice is drifting Beneath their northward flight. I hear the bluebird plaintive From out the morning sky, Or see his wings a-twinkle That with the azure vie; No other bird more welcome, No more prophetic cry. I hear the sparrow's ditty Anear my study door; A simple song of gladness That winter days are o'er; My heart is singing with him I love him more and more. I hear the starling fluting His liquid "O-ka-lee;" I hear the downy drumming, His vernal reveillé; From out the maple orchard The nuthatch calls to me. Oh, spring is surely coming, Her couriers fill the air; Each morn are new arrivals, Each night her ways prepare; I scent her fragrant garments, Her foot is on the stair.
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- by John Burroughs (1837 - 1921), "A March glee", appears in Bird and Bough, Boston & New York: Houghton, Mifflin, and Company, first published 1906 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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