Tread lightly here, for here, 'tis said,
When piping winds are hush'd around,
A small note wakes from underground,
Where now his tiny bones are laid.
No more in lone and leafless groves,
With ruffled wing and faded breast,
His friendless, homeless spirit roves;
--Gone to the world where birds are blest!
Where never cat glides o'er the green,
Or school-boy's giant form is seen;
But Love, and Joy, and smiling Spring
Inspire their little souls to sing!
Epitaph [1] On A Robin Redbreast
Samuel Rogers
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Poem topics: cat, green, joy, never, school, spring, world, wing, small, spirit, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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