The Bluejay Poem by John Bannister Tabb

The Bluejay



'Tis thine the earliest song to sing
Of welcome to the wakening spring,
Who round thee, as a blossom, weaves
The fragrance of her sheltering leaves.

Thursday, September 2, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: leaves,song,spring
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