The Robin sings of willow-buds,
Of snowflakes on the green;
The bluebird sings of Mayflowers,
The crackling leaves between;
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Nice imagery and good poem The wood-thrush sings of peace, 'Sweet peace, Sweet peace, ' without alloy; But the oriole, the oriole, Sings 'Joy! joy! joy! '
She has a sweet way with the things of nature that sing to the hearts of man