To warm her young, and to teach them to spring At once o'er the waves on their stormy wing! Over the deep! over the deep! Where the whale, and the shark, and the swordfish sleep, Outflying the blast, and the driving rain, \ For the mariner curseth the warning bird, THE PARROT AND THE WREN. A CONTRAST. Wordsworth. WITHIN her gilded cage confined, I saw a dazzling belle, A Parrot of that famous kind, Whose name was "Nonpareil." Like beads of glossy jet her eyes; Her plumy mantle's living hues, And, sooth to say, an apter mate But, exiled from Australian bowers, And singleness her lot, She trills her song with tutor'd powers, Or mocks each casual note. No more of pity for regrets With which she may have striven; But now in wantonness she frets, Or spite, if cause be given. Arch, volatile, a sportive bird, TO A REDBREAST THAT FLEW IN AT MY WINDOW. Graham. FROM Snowy plains, and icy sprays, That note, that summer note, I know : It wakes at once, and soothes my woe; I see those woods, I see that stream, —ah, still prolong the dream! Still with the songs those scenes renew, Though through my tears they reach my view. I see No more now, at my lonely meal, While thou art by, alone I'll feel: For soon, devoid of all distrust, Thou 'lt nibbling share my humble crust; Or on my finger, pert and spruce, Thou 'It learn to sip the sparkling juice, And when (our short collation o'er) Be't work of poet, or of sage, Safe thou shalt hop across the page ; Uncheck'd shalt flit o'er Virgil's groves, Or flutter 'mid Tibullus' loves. Thus, heedless of the raving blast, Thou 'lt dwell with me till winter 's past; BENEATH these fruit-tree boughs, that shed Their snow-white blossoms on my head, With brightest sunshine round me spread Of spring's unclouded weather; In this sequester'd nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard-seat, And birds and flowers once more to greet, My last year's friends together. One have I mark'd, the happiest guest In all this covert of the blest; Hail to thee, far above the rest In joy of voice and pinion, |