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TREES AND OTHER POEMS

TO A BLACKBIRD AND HIS MATE WHO DIED IN THE SPRING (continued) When babies wander out a-Maying

Will ye, their bards, afar be straying?

Unhymned by you, what is the dawn?

Nay, since ye loved ye cannot die.

Above the stars is set your nest.

Through Heaven's fields ye sing and fly

And in the trees of Heaven rest.

And little children in their dreaming

Shall see your soft black plumage gleaming

And smile, by your clear music blest. [ 57 ]