TO A HUMMING-BIRD.
A merry welcome to thee, glittering bird!
Lover of summer flowers and sunny things!
A night hath past since my young buds have heard
The music of thy rainbow-colored wings—
Wings, that flash sparkles out where'er they quiver,
Like sudden sunlight rushing o'er a river.
Lover of summer flowers and sunny things!
A night hath past since my young buds have heard
The music of thy rainbow-colored wings—
Wings, that flash sparkles out where'er they quiver,
Like sudden sunlight rushing o'er a river.
A merry welcome and a treat for thee!
Here are fresh blossoms opening bright and new,
Ready to yield thee, for thy melody,
Their first rich sighs and drops of honey-dew,
Opening their blushing petals to the glances
Of silvery sheen, that round thy light form dances.
Here are fresh blossoms opening bright and new,
Ready to yield thee, for thy melody,
Their first rich sighs and drops of honey-dew,
Opening their blushing petals to the glances
Of silvery sheen, that round thy light form dances.
Methinks thou 'rt early out—the queenly night
Her star-gemmed curtain scarce has folded back;
And now the glorious sun, a monarch bright,
Bursts forth into his gold-pavilioned track,
Kissing from dew-bent flowers the tears of even,
And scattering the bright mists from earth and heaven.
Her star-gemmed curtain scarce has folded back;
And now the glorious sun, a monarch bright,
Bursts forth into his gold-pavilioned track,
Kissing from dew-bent flowers the tears of even,
And scattering the bright mists from earth and heaven.
How fair is all around! and thou, bright thing.
Though but a speck, a brilliant one thou art;
Though but a speck, a brilliant one thou art;
