A Widow Bird Sate Mourning for Her Love
A widow bird sate mourning for her Love
Upon a wintry bough;
The frozen wind crept on above,
The freezing stream below.
There was no leaf upon the forest bare,
No flower upon the ground,
And little motion in the air
Except the mill-wheel's sound.
|This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.|