Wednesday, August 2, 2017
A Song For My Fourth Birthday
Why are they singing as they do at springtime, but in August? Why don't I just accept their gift of song and quit wondering why?
"A day and then a week passed by:
The redbird hanging from the sill
Sang not; and all were wondering why
It was so still ---
When one bright morning, loud and clear,
Its whistle smote my drowsy ear,
Ten times repeated, till the sound
Filled every echoing niche around;
And all things earliest loved by me, ---
The bird, the brook, the flower, the tree, ---
Came back again, as thus I heard
The cardinal bird."
(From The Cardinal Bird by William Davis Gallagher)