LINES TO A BIRD.
Thou pretty, little, sparkling bird!
Why dost thou come so near?
Say, dost thou see me quite alone,
And come my heart to cheer?
Why dost thou come so near?
Say, dost thou see me quite alone,
And come my heart to cheer?
'Tis true, I do seem quite alone:
But,ah! it is not so;
For lofty thoughts are in my heart,
Nor would I let them go,
But,ah! it is not so;
For lofty thoughts are in my heart,
Nor would I let them go,
To mingle with the giddy ones,
Who bow at fashion's shrine;
For they the diamonds only wear,
While I secure the mine.
Who bow at fashion's shrine;
For they the diamonds only wear,
While I secure the mine.
