The birds have declared "Spring"
in my little corner of the land.
I had the most beautiful walk this morning as I listened to them. Too bad tomorrow is going to be frozen, again. One of Emerson's Poems comes to mind: The Apology Think me no unkind and rude That I walk alone in grove and glen; I go to the god of the wood To fetch his word to men. Tax not my sloth that I Fold my arms beside the brook; Each cloud that floated in the sky Writes a letter in my book. Chide me not, laborious band, For the idle flowers I brought; Every aster in my hand Goes home loaded with a thought. There was never mystery But 'tis figured in the flowers; Was never secret history But birds tell it in the bowers. One harvest from the field Homeward brought the oxen strong; A second crop thine acres yield Which I gather in a song. |
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