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are much honoured by your choice, O golden birds of silver voice, That in our garden you should find A pleasaunce to your mind-- The painted pear of all our trees, The south slope towards the gooseberries Where all day long the sun is warm-- Combining use with charm. Did the pink tulips take your eye? Or Breach's barn secure and high To guard you from some chance mishap Of gales through Shoreham gap? First you were spied a flighting pair Flashing and fluting here and there, And graciously you stayed. ClarksShoes Cole Hann Shoes Kitchenaide Mixers Pfaltzgraff Dinnerware Now when I pause beneath your tree An anxious head peeps down at me, I looking up, you down:-- I wonder if my stripey shawl Seems pleasant in your eyes at all, I can assure you that your wings Are most delightful things. Sweet birds, I pray, be not severe, Do not deplore our presence here, We cannot all be goldfinches In such a world as this. The shaded lawn, the bordered flowers, We'll call them yours instead of ours, The pinks and the acacia tree Shall own your sovereignty. And, if you let us, we will prove Our lowly and obsequious love, And when your little grey-pates hatch We'll help you to keep watch. No prowling stranger cats shall come About your high celestial home, With dangerous sounds we'll chase them hence And ask no recompense. And he, the Ethiope of our house, Slayer of beetle and of mouse, Huge, lazy, fond, whom we love well-- Peter shall wear a bell. Believe me, birds, you need not fear, No cages or limed twigs are here, We only ask to live with you In this green garden, too. And when in other shining summers Our place is taken by new-comers, We'll leave them with the house and hill The goldfinches' good will. Your dainty flights, your painted coats, The silver mist that is your notes, And all your sweet caressing ways Shall decorate their days. And never will the thought of spring Visit our minds, but a gold wing Will flash among the green and blue, And we'll remember you. |