Redbirds, redbirds,
Long and long ago,
What a honey-call you had
In hills I used to know;
Redbud, buckberry,
Wild plum-tree
And proud river sweeping
Southward to the sea,
Brown and gold in the sun
Sparkling far below,
Trailing stately round her bluffs
Where the poplars grow -
Redbirds, redbirds,
Are you singing still
As you sang one May day
On Saxton's Hill?
Redbirds
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: river, sea, sun, tree, wild, brown, honey, gold, Valentine's Day, long, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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