WINTER’S SECRET.
This beautiful day when the sun so bright
Is giving my garment most beautiful hues,
I’ll just look over the birds in sight—
The living gems on my cloak of white—
And the most precious I will choose.
I’ll sit in my tent of brilliant blue
And look through its lacings of willow gold,
That shows a flashing of cardinal hue.
Yes, that’s my redbird—I see him. Don’t you?