“But however much the Baltimore Oriole loves his native land, the climate and the exigencies of travel make his stay in it brief; for he does not appear until there is some protection of foliage and he starts southward toward his winter home in Central and South America often before a single leaf has fallen.
THE BALTIMORE ORIOLE
O Golden Robin! pipe again
That happy, hopeful, cheering strain!
A prisoner in my chamber, I
See neither grass, nor bough, nor sky;
Yet to my mind thy warblings bring,
In troops, all images of spring;
And every sense is satisfied
But what thy magic has supplied.