The Blackbird
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- 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, tho' I spared thee all the spring,
- Thy sole delight is, sitting still,
- With that gold dagger of thy bill
- To fret the summer jenneting.
- A golden bill! the silver tongue,
- Cold February loved, is dry:
- Plenty corrupts the melody
- That made thee famous once, when young:
- And in the sultry garden-squares,
- Now thy flute-notes are changed to coarse,
- I hear thee not at all, or hoarse
- As when a hawker hawks his wares.
- Take warning! he that will not sing
- While yon sun prospers in the blue,
- Shall sing for want, ere leaves are new,
- Caught in the frozen palms of Spring.
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