Robin Song
EARLY SPRING
Robin on a leafless bough,
Lord in heaven, how he sings.
W.H. Davies
SUMMER
The merry Larke hir mattins sings alofy,
The thrush replyes, the Mauis descant playes,
The Ouzell shrills, the Ruddock warbles soft,
So goodly all agree with sweet consent,
To this dayes merriment.
Edmund Spenser
AUTUMN
And now with treble soft
The redbrest whistles from a garden croft.
John Keats
MID WINTER
The redbreast warbles still but is content
With slender notes and more than half suppressed;
Pleased with his solitude, and flitting light,
Fron spray to spray, where'er he rests he shakes
From many a twig the pendent drops of ice,
That tinkle in the withered leaves below,
Stillness accompanied with sound so soft
Charms more than silence.
William Cowper
Robin gifts
Some nice gifts...
Comments
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Robin links
- Mystical-WWW - Birds
- Mystical World Wide Web
- Robins in lore
- Icons.org
- KIDiddles Song Lyrics - Little Robin Redbreast
- Robin song lyrics
BYE!
Hope to see you again soon...
HILLANDGLEN 
