I have a Bird in spring
Which for myself doth sing
The spring decoys
And as the summer nears
And as the Rose appears
Robin is gone

Yet do I not repine
Knowing that Bird of mine
Though flown
Learneth beyond the sea
Melody new for me
And will return

Fast is a safer hand
Held in a truer Land
Are mine
And though they now depart
Tell I my doubting heart
They're thine

In a serener Bright
In a more golden light
I see
Each little doubt and fear
Each little discord here
Removed
Then will I not repine,
Knowing that Bird of mine
Though flown
Shall in a distant tree
Bright melody for me
Return