Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

The Robin

When up aloft
I fly and fly,
I see in pools
The shining sky,
And a happy bird
Am I, am I!

When I descend
Towards their brink
I stand, and look,
And stoop, and drink,
And bathe my wings,
And chink and prink.

When winter frost
Makes earth as steel
I search and search
But find no meal,
And most unhappy
Then I feel.

But when it lasts,
And snows still fall,
I get to feel
No grief at all,
For I turn to a cold stiff
Feathery ball!

1. The Chimes Play ‘Life’s a Bumper!’
2. Premonitions
3. The Hatband
4. The Oxen
5. Plena Timoris

Jones Very (Джонс Вери) The Robin ("Thou need'st not flutter from thy half-built nest")

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