FOUR bluish eggs all in the moss! Soft-lined home on the cherry-bough! Life is trouble, and love is loss-- There's only one robin now. O robin up in the cherry-tree, Singing your soul away, Great is the grief befallen me, And how can you be so gay? Long ago when you cried in the nest, The last of the sickly brood, Scarcely a pinfeather warming your breast, Who was it brought you food? Who said, "Music, come fill his throat, Or ever the May be fled"? Who was it loved the low sweet note And the bosom's sea-shell red? Who said, "Cherries, grow ripe and big, Black and ripe for this bird of mine"? How little bright-bosom bends the twig, Sipping the black-heart's wine! Now that my days and nights are woe, Now that I weep for love's dear sake -- There you go singing away as though Never a heart could break! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SAPPHIC SUICIDE NOTE by JAMES GALVIN SPEAKING TERMS by JAMES GALVIN TO A FRIEND I CAN'T FIND by JAMES GALVIN I'VE NOTHING TO OFFER by DAVID IGNATOW REPULSE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE RAT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |