The Poem

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Art thou the bird whom Man loves best,
The pious bird with the scarlet breast,
Our little English Robin;
The bird that comes about our doors
When Autumn-winds are sobbing?
Art thou the Peter of Norway Boors?
Their Thomas in Finland,
And Russia far inland?
The bird, that by some name or other
All men who know thee call their brother,
The darling of children and men?
Could Father Adam open his eyes
And see this sight beneath the skies,
He'd wish to close them again.
—If the Butterfly knew but his friend,
Hither his flight he would bend;
And find his way to me,
Under the branches of the tree:
In and out, he darts about;
Can this be the bird, to man so good,
That, after their bewildering,
Covered with leaves the little children,
So painfully in the wood?
What ailed thee, Robin, that thou could'st pursue
A beautiful creature,
That is gentle by nature?
Beneath the summer sky
From flower to flower let him fly;
'Tis all that he wishes to do.
The cheerer Thou of our in-door sadness,
He is the friend of our summer gladness:
What hinders, then, that ye should be
Playmates in the sunny weather,
And fly about in the air together!
His beautiful wings in crimson are drest,
A crimson as bright as thine own:
Would'st thou be happy in thy nest,
O pious Bird! whom man loves best,
Love him, or leave him alone!
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[Variant 1:]

1849
... whom ... 1807
... who ...1827

... whom ...

... who ...

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1815
In and out, he darts about;
His little heart is throbbing:
Can this be the Bird, to man so good,
Our consecrated Robin!
That, after ...



1807
... Robin! Robin!
His little heart is throbbing;
Can this ...

MS.

In and out, he darts about;
His little heart is throbbing:
Can this be the Bird, to man so good,
Our consecrated Robin!
That, after ...

... Robin! Robin!
His little heart is throbbing;
Can this ...

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[Variant 3:]

1832
Did cover ... 1807

Did cover ...

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[Variant 4:]

1815
... Like thine own breast
His beautiful wings in crimson are drest,
As if he were bone of thy bone.

MS.
Like the hues of thy breast
His beautiful wings in crimson are drest,
A brother he seems of thine own:

1807
... in the air together!
His beautiful bosom is drest,
In crimson as bright as thine own:

1832

... Like thine own breast
His beautiful wings in crimson are drest,
As if he were bone of thy bone.

Like the hues of thy breast
His beautiful wings in crimson are drest,
A brother he seems of thine own:

... in the air together!
His beautiful bosom is drest,
In crimson as bright as thine own:

The edition of 1836 resumes the text of 1815.

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1836
If thou would'st be ...1807

If thou would'st be ...

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[Footnote A:]

The title, in the editions 1807 to 1820, was The Redbreast and the Butterfly. In the editions 1827 to 1843 it was The Redbreast and Butterfly. The final title was given in 1845.—Ed.

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[Footnote B:]

Compare Cowley:

'And Robin Redbreasts whom men praise,
For pious birds.'

Ed.

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[Footnote C:]

See

Paradise Lost

, book XI., where Adam points out to Eve the ominous sign of the Eagle chasing "two Birds of gayest plume," and the gentle Hart and Hind pursued by their enemy.—W. W. 1815.

The passage in book XI. of Paradise Lost includes lines 185-90.—Ed.

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