THE DEAD ROBIN
All through the win-ter, long and cold,
Dear Minnie ev-ery morn-ing fed
The little spar-rows, pert and bold,
And ro-bins, with their breasts so red.
She lov-ed to see the lit-tle birds
Come flut-ter-ing to the win-dow pane,
In answer to the gen-tle words
With which she scat-ter-ed crumbs and grain.
One ro-bin, bol-der than the rest,
Would perch up-on her fin-ger fair,
And this of all she lov-ed the best,
And daily fed with ten-der-est care.
But one sad morn, when Minnie came,
Her pre-ci-ous lit-tle pet she found,
Not hop-ping, when she call-ed his name,
But ly-ing dead up-on the ground.
Poem by
Anonymous
Biography |
Poems
| Best Poems | Short Poems
| Quotes
|
Email Poem |
More Poems by Anonymous
Comments, Analysis, and Meaning on THE DEAD ROBIN
Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem THE DEAD ROBIN here.
Commenting turned off, sorry.