I have a Bird in spring

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 for me

And will return.

Fast in 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.