Emily Dickinson 5

i have a Bird in spring

Which for myself doth sing -

The spring decoys.

And as the summer nears-

And as the Rose appears,

Robin is gone.

Yet do I not repine

Knowing that Bird of mine

Thought clown -

Learneth beyond the sea

Melody new for me 

And will return.

 

Fast in a safer hand

Held in a truer Land

Are mine -

And thought they now depart,

Tell I my doubting heart

They're thine.

 

In a serener Bright,

In a more golden light

I see

Each little doubt and fear,

Each little discord here

Removed.

 

Then will I not repine,

Knowing that Bird of mine

Thought flown

Shall in a distant tree

Bright melody for me

Return.