SONNET TO A ROBIN-RED-BREAST.
1 DEAR, social bird, that oft with fearless love
2 Giv'st thy soft form to man's protective care,
3 Pleas'd, when rude tempests vex the ruffled air,
4 For the warm roof to leave the naked grove.
5 Kindest, and last of Summer's tuneful train,
6 Ah! do not yet give o'er thy plaintive lay,
7 But charm mild Zephyr to a longer stay,
8 And oft renew thy sweetly-parting strain.
9 So when rough Winter frowns with brow severe,
10 And chilling blasts shall strip the sheltering trees;
11 When meagre Want that shivering frame shall seize,
12 And Death, with dart uplifted, hover near;
13 My grateful hand the liberal crumbs shall give,
14 My bosom warm thee, and my kiss revive.