So tell me Robin Redbreast <br />Where do your loved ones lie? <br />Have they come yet Robin Redbreast? <br />Do their sweet songs fill the sky? <br /> <br />It is the springtime, Robin <br />And your eggs have yet to hatch. <br />Where is their peeping, Robin? <br />From beneath my housing’s thatch? <br /> <br />You say you have no loved ones, <br />And that she has gone away? <br />She of all you loved ones <br />Is not with you today? <br /> <br />I know well your sorrow, Friend, <br />That sorrow deep within you now. <br />But sorrow marks you ever, Friend: <br />That mark of blood wiped from Christ’s brow. <br /> <br /> But keep heart Robin Redbreast <br />Springtime will come next year, <br />And she’ll be with you, Robin, <br />And all your loved ones gathered here.<br /><br />william mcgehee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/robin-14/
