THE BLACKBIRD. O BLACKBIRD! sing me something well: While all the neighbours shoot thee round, I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground, Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell. The espaliers and the standards all Are thine; the range of lawn and park : The unnetted black-hearts ripen dark, All thine, against the garden wall. Yet, though I spared thee kith and kin, Thy sole delight is, sitting still, With that gold dagger of thy bill To fret the summer jennetin. A golden bill! the silver tongue, Cold February loved, is dry: That made thee famous once, when I better brook the drawling stares, young. Now thy flute-notes are changed to coarse— Not hearing thee at all, or hoarse As when a hawker hawks his wares. Take warning! he that will not sing THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR. I. FULL knee-deep lies the winter-snow, And the winter-winds are wearily sighing: Toll ye the church-bell sad and slow And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying. Old year, you must not die; You came to us so readily, THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR. II. He lieth still: he doth not move : He will not see the dawn of day. He hath no other life above. He gave me a friend, and a true true-love, And the New-year will take 'em away. Old year, you must not go; So long as you have been with us, Old year, you shall not go. III. He froth'd his bumpers to the brim ; But though his eyes are waxing dim, He was a friend to me. VOL. I. We did so laugh and cry with you, I've half a mind to die with you, Old year, if you must die. 14 211 IV. He was full of joke and jest, But all his merry quips are o'er. To see him die, across the waste His son and heir doth ride post-haste, But he'll be dead before. Every one for his own. The night is starry and cold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. V. How hard he breathes! over the snow I heard just now the crowing cock, The shadows flicker to and fro : The cricket chirps: the light burns low: 'Tis nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you: What is it we can do for you? Speak out before you die. |