A DUET

A LITTLE yellow Bird above,
A little yellow Flower below;
The little Bird can sing the love
That Bird and Blossom know;
The Blossom has no song nor wing,
But breathes the love he cannot sing.

THE BOBOLINK

YOUR notes are few,
But sweet your song
As honey-dew;
And all day long,
Dear Bobolink, a-listening,
I never tire to hear you sing.