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It is, isn't it - or even with three. It looks as though jpf has gone again. These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard, And happy units of a numerous herd Of playfellows, the laughing Summer brings, Mocking the sunshine in their glittering wings, How merrily they creep, and run, and fly! No kin they bear to labour's drudgery, Smoothing the velvet of the pale hedge-rose; And where they fly for dinner no one knows-- The dew-drops feed them not--they love the shine Of noon, whose sun may bring them golden wine. All day they're playing in their Sunday dress-- Till night goes sleep, and they can do no less; Then, to the heath bell's silken hood they fly, And like to princes in their slumbers lie, Secure from night, and dropping dews, and all, In silken beds and roomy painted hall. So merrily they spend their summer day, Now in the cornfields, now the new-mown hay. One almost fancies that such happy things, With coloured hoods and richly burnished wings, Are fairy folk, in splendid masquerade Disguised, as if of mortal folk afriad, Keeping their merry pranks a mystery still, Lest glaring day should do their secrets ill. John Clare - 'Insects' -
By lunababymoonchild · Posted
The north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will the robin do then, poor thing? He'll sit in a barn, And keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing, poor thing! First verse of The North wind doth blow by Mother Goose -
It was Kate Chisholm's Fanny Burney - her life. Yes, I thought it was excellent.
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By megustaleer · Posted
Sweet blackbird is silenced with chaffinch and thrush’ Only waistcoated robin still chirps in the bush: Soft sun-loving swallows have mustered in force. And winged to the spice-teeming southland their course Plump housekeeper dormouse has tucked himself neat, Just a brown ball in moss with a morsel to eat: Armed hedgehog has huddled him into the hedge, While frogs scarce miss freezing deep down in the sedge. Soft swallows have left us alone in the lurch, But robin sits whistling to us from his perch: If I were red robin, I'd pipe you a tune, Would make you despise all the beauties of June. But, since that cannot be, let us draw round the fire, Munch chestnuts, tell stories, and stir the blaze higher: We'll comfort pinched robin with crumbs, little man, Till he'll sing us the very best song that he can. Winter - Christina Georgina Rossetti
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