Beautiful skies behind the shower,
And dawn beyond the night.
Would thy faith were mine, Robin!
Then, though night were long
All its silent hours would melt
Their shadow into song.”
Beautiful memories that soothed pain came to Helen Hunt Jackson at the mere shadow of a bird’s wing across her darkened window. Bird-song bowed Lucy Larcom’s heart in reverence:
“Then will the birds sing anthems: for the earth and sky and air
Will seem a great cathedral, filled with beings dear and fair;
And long processions, from the time that bluebird notes begin