Redbirds, redbirds, <br />Long and long ago, <br />What a honey-call you had <br />In hills I used to know; <br /> <br />Redbud, buckberry, <br />Wild plum-tree <br />And proud river sweeping <br />Southward to the sea, <br /> <br />Brown and gold in the sun <br />Sparkling far below, <br />Trailing stately round her bluffs <br />Where the poplars grow -- <br /> <br />Redbirds, redbirds, <br />Are you singing still <br />As you sang one May day <br />On Saxton's Hill?<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/redbirds/
