Lit2Go

I have a little sweetheart bird
That sings sweet songs to me,...
And now I know…what failed me so…
When other birds…
  Sang songs to me.

I had a little blue-clad bird
Whose trills were filled with mystery…
But while she trilled I felt my bird
Was thrilled…
  By else but me.

And once a fairy yellow bird
Beneath the orange tree
Sang sprightly strains—(an elfish bird)—
and came…
  Quite close to me.

And long…a saucy red-robed bird
Sang sensuous notes in tempting plea.
At nights she came so close:...and oft I thought
I loved
  Her melody.

I prized a sober brown-hued bird
That sang old songs to me…
But she has flown:—and none have known
Where e’er…
  My bird may be.

And there was, too, a tiny bird
That always seemed to flee!
I closed her ‘round:...and then I found
There was…
  No fear of me.

I spied a wild and pretty bird
That warbled chords of glee:...
I thought:...no love can capture her:...
She always…
  Will be free.

...But now—I have a sweetheart bird
That stays so close to me.
Her message wings:—as low she sings—
And she…
  Sings but to me.

And from her heart my sweetheart bird
Lifts sweetest melody.
And thus you know…I named her so!
She is…
  Most sweet to me.

I have a little sweetheart bird
That sings sweet songs to me.
...And now I know…what failed me so
When other birds…
  Sang songs to me.