"BIRDIE, Birdie, will you, pet? Summer is far and far away yet. You'll have silken quilts and a velvet bed, And a pillow of satin for your head." "I'd rather sleep in the ivy wall: No rain comes through, though I hear it fall; The sun peeps gay at dawn of day, And I sing, and wing away, away!" "O Birdie, Birdie, will you, pet? Diamond stones and amber and jet We'll string on a necklace fair and fine, To please this pretty bird of mine." "Oh! thanks for diamonds, and thanks for jet; But here is something daintier yet,- A feather necklace, round and round, That I would not sell for a thousand pound!" "O Birdie, Birdie, won't you, pet? We'll buy you a dish of silver fret, A golden cup and an ivory seat, And carpets soft beneath your feet." "Can running water be drunk from gold? Can a silver dish the forest hold? A rocking twig is the finest chair, And the softest paths lie through the air: Good-by, good-by, to my lady fair." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH-BED by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THE BROOK: SPRING by LAURA ABELL LILIES: 17 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE SPHINX AT MOUNT AUBURN by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES INTERNAL FIRESIDES by MATHILDE BLIND PILGRIM MOTHERS by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE SABBATH by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |