Thou wilt not stay?
The summer days were long, yet all too brief
The happy season thou hast been our guest.
Whither away?
Wither away, Bluebird,
Whither away?
The blast is chill, yet in the upper sky
Thou still canst find the colour of thy wing,
The hue of May.
Warbler, why speed thy southern flight? Ah, why,