A thrush alit on a young-leaved spray, <br />And, lightly clinging, <br />It rocked in its singing <br />As the rapturous notes rose loud and gay; <br />And with liquid shakes, <br />And trills and breaks, <br />Rippled though blossoming bough of May. <br /> <br />Like a ball of fluff, with a warm brown throat <br />And throbbing bosom, <br />'Mid the apple-blossom, <br />The new-fledged nestling sat learning by rote <br />To echo the song <br />So tender and strong, <br />As it feebly put in its frail little note. <br /> <br />O blissfullest lesson amid the green grove! <br />The low wind crispeth <br />The leaves, where lispeth <br />The shy little bird with its parent above; <br />Two voices that mingle <br />And make but a single <br />Hymn of rejoicing in praise of their love.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-music-lesson/
