The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1880-05-08
SPRING NOTES.
THE BLUE BIRD.


In tropic summers endless smile
hibernate on some bright isle
Some coral reef that slowly grew
From oceans sunless depths to view,
Which tiny masOns upward urge
To reach the stir OF breeze and surge.
But, only sojoulner there,
In spring yearn for northern air.
For greener sward of northern earth,
For far off orchard of my birth,
For dim seen North Stars mystic ray,
For apple blooms OF Northern May,
Whose balmy scents make vain, in sooth,
The gaudier tioras of the South
We birds of migrant pinion know
The gulf streams of the upper air,
Which poleward the Equator's glow
Through azure deeps of heaven bear.
My punctual flight knows no delay,
disappoint not bards of May,
Who listen in their Auburn dells
Till on the breeze my MARBLE swells.
THE ROBIN.
long, long ere russell nature weaves
Her meshes green of vernal leaves
In orchards bare l sing again
My eve song sweet, my oldsrefrain,
Which used in forest days to bless
At sunsets hour the wilderness,
While frogs are piping in the marsh
Their querulous spring notes harsh.
THE oRIoLE.
Though fifty plumed for tropic zone,
live not in its glare alone,
2ss ss tbsss Sssa NM Winds blow: OWEN.
More Gear than palm the elm TO me,
With its pensive boughs that sway
Der the village street in May,
When on the south wind rides the bee.
deity weave my pendulous nest
From sly marauders far away,
So placed they can not it modest.
On the elm trees delicate spray
Hang its net-l6e meshes, finely wove
OF housewives slleins, my treasure trove,
OF tfaX, tow hemp and silk, which l
Appropriate, with foray sly,
From teatherless man, my lawful game.
My horsehair stitching puts to shame
The handiworll OF maid and dame.
Then, when my hammock fine is done,
And swings secure, in shade and sun,
From the elm or apple bough's extreme,
Her spot, ed eggs my gentle mate,
Der watched by me, doth incubate,
Caressed all day by breeze and beam.
For her toray all the air,
To fetch her morSels rich and rare.
Meantime, with mellow whistle wild,
My wood note sweet, she is beguiled.
The rustics watch my gorgeous trim
Flashing through elm boughs greenly dim;
With wondering vision they behold
My tropic plumage, black and gold,
On genuine song bird feathers fine,
Not oft are wont to CLEAN like mine;
But l, despite my Sumptuous vest,
All ears can with my song arrest,
My flute note, cadence wild of May,
Heard when in soft winds branches sway,
sand nature basks in holiday.
/ am not DrOud--a lOrdling stole
The rich i1ues of the Oriole
For liVery-thcy were my wear
Ere caste was known, and cen ere man
On earth his sad career began.
] Haunted them in summer air,
And happy, when his race is done,
l still shall fash them in the sun.
THE RUNNING BIRD.
Haunter Of summer nature boon,
Iancing with gentle tongue the flowers,
Which hang dew pearled in mornings bow
erS,
Slipper OF nectars sweet of June,
Winged emerald of AMETHYST,
BY swittness turned to gold green mist,
The tiny form quick chances DER
The continent from shore to shore,
From sea-lile bay, with Arctic strand,
To far savannahs breeZes bland.
THE WILD GOOSE.
For myriad years my migrant wing,
At advent of the fall and spring,
The ether hath been furrowing.
Austral heat and Arctic cold
Stunning with adventure bold.
Once all this new world hemisphere
Stretched wide and wild, desert drear,
With streams and lakes and tarns fnlaid,
Green fringed by pine and hemlock's shade
Marauders sly from will and town
Now harry me when fluttering down
On watcry caravansera
At night to rest and feed and play,
Ere resume my airy way.
Secure in Arctic circles dim
And lone bayou, breed and swim;
All earth beside is foeman's ground
Where at my peril am found.
THE NIGHT HAWK.
am a diver of the air,
A plunger through the sunsets gold;
mount till ether thin and rare
My respiration doth withhold.
Then from the zenith rush sheer down
To roofs of underlying town
With diSsOnant roar, whence up again
wheel into the azure airs domain;
On swift vibrating pinions raised
Whence bird of Jove hath seldom gazed.
] peer into the city's street,
Where men like emmets mix and meet.
Ali glad am for wings of might
10 soar back to the zenith's height,
Through glorious privacies of light
To range and revel at my will,
Snatching of insect game my fill.
THE OWL.
Here in this lone bucolic glen
An eremite, have my den;
The hollow of an ancient tree
Is castle, domicile for me.
Most like night and stars and moon
And midnight weird-of night the noon.
To brooklets babble through the dark
Delightfully."- my lulled ears bark;
The dews nocturnal mists distill
With dampness all my feathers fill.
] fiutter forth with loud tuwhoo
Amid the silence and the dew,
Raiding on roost and farmstead near,
While drowses sleepy chanticleer,
No more with clarion shril to cheer,
AS morning breaks, his masters ear.
i care not tor vile mans abuse,
Who dubs me mystic and recluse;
Far from his haunts l make my camp
In solitude of treey swamp,
Whence send forth my solos till
With rancous walls ring wood and hill.
The maid of wisdom's buckler bore
My large eyed face in days of yore;
My ancient Attic kindred flew
Engraved on coins the wide world through.
The fixed regard of my great eyes
Let men assume to pass for wise
The unfeathered biped / despise.
Meantime revolving earth warns me,
When back to hurry to my tree;
In sylvan covert shy withdrawn
blink the rose Streaks cool of dawn,
Hiding, as its aerial gold
Is over eastern hill tops rolled,
Quenchng in its refulgent stream,
The morn. star Phosphorus ardent beam.
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