John Bannister Tabb (Джон Банистер Табб)

The Bluebird

  When God had made a host of them,
      One little flower still lacked a stem
      To hold its blossom blue;
  So into it He breathed a song,
  And suddenly, with petals strong
      As wings, away it flew.

1. A Spy
2. The Tax-Gatherer
3. Deflowered
4. The Bobolink
5. Jack Frost's Apology

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