Роберт Сеймур Бриджес (Robert Seymour Bridges)

Shorter Poems. Book IV. 7. “Gáy Róbin Is Seen No More”

Gáy Róbin is seen no more:
  He is gone with the snow,
  For winter is o’er
  And Robin will go.
In need he was fed, and now he is fled
  Away to his secret nest.
  No more will he stand
  Begging for crumbs,
  No longer he comes
  Beseeching our hand
  And showing his breast
  At window and door:—
Gay Robin is seen no more.

Blithe Robin is heard no more:
  He gave us his song
  When summer was o’er
  And winter was long:
He sang for his bread and now he is fled
  Away to his secret nest.
  And there in the green
  Early and late
  Alone to his mate
  He pipeth unseen
  And swelleth his breast;
  For us it is o’er:—
Blithe Robin is heard no more.