Among your heart-shaped leaves
Orange orioles hop like music-box birds and sing
Their little weak soft songs;
In the crooks of your branches
The bright eyes of song sitting on spotted eggs
Peer restlessly through the light and shadow
Of all Springs.
Orange orioles hop like music-box birds and sing
Their little weak soft songs;
In the crooks of your branches
The bright eyes of song sitting on spotted eggs
Peer restlessly through the light and shadow
Of all Springs.
American Poetry - 1922
