Good-bye, good-bye to Summer! <br /> For Summer's nearly done; <br /> The garden smiling faintly, <br /> Cool breezes in the sun; <br /> Our Thrushes now are silent, <br /> Our Swallows flown away, -- <br /> But Robin's here, in coat of brown, <br /> With ruddy breast-knot gay. <br /> Robin, Robin Redbreast, <br /> O Robin dear! <br /> Robin singing sweetly <br /> In the falling of the year. <br /> <br /> Bright yellow, red, and orange, <br /> The leaves come down in hosts; <br /> The trees are Indian Princes, <br /> But soon they'll turn to Ghosts; <br /> The scanty pears and apples <br /> Hang russet on the bough, <br /> It's Autumn, Autumn, Autumn late, <br /> 'Twill soon be Winter now. <br /> Robin, Robin Redbreast, <br /> O Robin dear! <br /> And welaway! my Robin, <br /> For pinching times are near. <br /> <br /> The fireside for the Cricket, <br /> The wheatstack for the Mouse, <br /> When trembling night-winds whistle <br /> And moan all round the house; <br /> The frosty ways like iron, <br /> The branches plumed with snow, -- <br /> Alas! in Winter, dead and dark, <br /> Where can poor Robin go? <br /> Robin, Robin Redbreast, <br /> O Robin dear! <br /> And a crumb of bread for Robin, <br /> His little heart to cheer.<br /><br />William Allingham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/robin-redbreast/
