The fireside for the cricket,
The wheat-stack for the mouse,
When trembling night-winds whistle
And moan all round the house.
The frosty ways like iron,
The branches plumed with snow,-
Alas! in winter dead and dark,
Where can poor Robin go?
Robin, Robin Redbreast,
O Robin dear!
And a crumb of bread for Robin,
His little heart to cheer.
~William Allingham.
12 comments:
What a sweet picture and poem. I hope it won't be long before we start seeing robins...a sure sign of spring.
Sunny :)
Robins are here,the ground is covered with snow.They get their food from holly bush berries & other fruit bearing bushes & trees.It won`t be long till spring!Love your poem,phylliso
I have seen robins lately, another sure sign of spring coming! Lovely poem, and that picture... inspired!
love the poem and what a preicous little robin in the broken glass. when i enlarge I can see spider webs behind the robin. spring is on the way!
What a lovely and artful image to go with this poem!
Brenda
Loved this poem, and the picture. I have spotted some robins here in Illinois...surprisingly. It seems the birdies are slowly making their way back. We can hear them early morn, and it's such a delight. Thanks for a lovely post.
Happy Tuesday!
I have a bird's nest in the tree just outside my office window. I love to hear the chirping, it fills my heart with joy. Thank you for the lovely poem!
Love,
Susan and Bentley
xxoo
Jo, hope you and Sarge and the robin's are well this COLD late winter. I'm hanging on by a thread.
When we see Robin's Spring must be around the bend in the road.
Patsy
I've been trying to put a name to the things I've been drawn to for the past year or so and now that I've found your blog I know. English Country. I'm in love with all the photos on your sidebar and the books on your shelfari. I'm so glad I found your blog and look forward to more posts from you.
Jackie
Hello,
I certainly enjoy your web site, it is beautiful. You capture the moment with your words and pictures.
I'm happy to see you love cats, so do I or just about any furry creature. Our home has Buffy the cat, a stray that showed up and demanded room service, and our little Welsh corgi Jag who still tries to herd us in the same room together.
Thanks again for making the day a little more cozy and cheerful. Diana
I love this poem! I would also love to see a Robin--I've seen a Bluebird, so they can't be far behind!! :-)
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