Rocking thee in thine oriole’s nest,
Till Nature looked at thee and smiled.”
Listen again!—
“The sobered robin, hunger-silent now,
Seeks cedar-berries blue, his autumn cheer.”
If one were only there to see:—
“High flaps in sparkling blue the far-heard crow,
The silvered flats gleam frostily below;
Suddenly drops the gull, and breaks the glassy tide.”
Of course even the casual observer has often been aware of the fact that “the robin is plastering his house hard by;” and many of us may have looked upon a winter scene like the following, but I am sure we never thought of painting it in just such tropical colors,—