Robin And Robin

O robin, you sit on your peroh and sing, Or the water about from the dish you fling, T Or scatter the berries, you frolicsome thing, And the saucer turn tilting over. O robin, you darling, I love you much; Butthere is another whose slightest touch And faintest whisper my heart can thrül, And whose oyes can flutter me at his will. And, robin, that's Robin my lover. Your cage is gilded and builded fine ; There strength and an airy graee combine ; But 'tis not so rare as the cage of mine Which Robin is building to hold me. And soon I shall sit with a fokled wing, And my very soul to its depths will sing; And though it may rain, or though it may snow, What shall I care if it do, or no, Whrle his loving aras infold me? Of all the birás on the tree or in nest The robin' s ihe one that I love the best, With his homely plumage and ochrey breast But Robin, my lover, was dearer When he told of his love to my thirsty ear, With only the listening angels near. And his soul sought mino with a long, long Mss, And my heart beat quick in my speechless bliss, AniJ Heaven somehow seemed nearer. The lush grass grows of an emerald hue, The river is tinged with a beautiful blue. And the sunbeams print with a rainbow tint The sky that is spreading above me; The rivulet lauRhs ;is it upward trips, The diamonds flash where the water drips; And never a storm and never a cloud May sweep the vale, or the sky enshroud While Robin is here to love me. 0 Robin, my Robin, your steps I hear, With a silvery sound they are drawing near, And the music they make to my ravished ear The portal of joy uncloses. 1 long for your glances my life to bless ; I yearn for your tender and fond caress- Oh, the very ground that your iootsteps press Is covered with lüies and roses !