O blackbird, what a boy you are!
How you do go it!
Blowing your bugle to that one sweet star -
How you do blow it!
And does she hear you, blackbird boy, so far?
or is it wasted breath?
'good Lord! she is so bright
To-night!'
The blackbird saith.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And does she hear you, blackbird boy, so far? or is it wasted breath? 'good Lord! she is so bright To-night! ' Wonderful exclamations. tony