There is a bird I know so well,
It seems as if he must have sung
Beside my crib when I was young;
Before I knew the way to spell
The name of even the smallest bird,
His gentle, joyful song I heard.
Now see if you can tell, my dear,
What bird it is, that every year,
Sings “Sweet-sweet-sweet-very merry cheer.”
He comes in March, when winds are strong,
And snow returns to hide the earth;
But still he warms his head with mirth,
And waits for May. He lingers long
While flowers fade, and every day
Repeats his sweet, contented lay;
As if to say we need not fear
The season's change, if love is here,
With “Sweet-sweet-sweet-very merry cheer.”
He does not wear a Joseph's coat
Of many colors, smart and gay;
His suit is Quaker brown and gray,
With darker patches at his throat.
And yet of all the well-dressed throng,
Not one can sing so brave a song.
It makes the pride of looks appear
A vain and foolish thing to hear
His “Sweet-sweet-sweet-very merry cheer.”
The Song Sparrow
Henry Van Dyke
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Poem topics: I love you, brave, change, fear, pride, smart, snow, dear, head, gentle, earth, young, long, hear, brown, strong, foolish, Season, march, hide, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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