5 <br /> <br />I have a Bird in spring <br />Which for myself doth sing— <br />The spring decoys. <br />And as the summer nears— <br />And as the Rose appears, <br />Robin is gone. <br /> <br />Yet do I not repine <br />Knowing that Bird of mine <br />Though flown— <br />Learneth beyond the sea <br />Melody new for me <br />And will return. <br /> <br />Fast is a safer hand <br />Held in a truer Land <br />Are mine— <br />And though they now depart, <br />Tell I my doubting heart <br />They're thine. <br /> <br />In a serener Bright, <br />In a more golden light <br />I see <br />Each little doubt and fear, <br />Each little discord here <br />Removed. <br /> <br />Then will I not repine, <br />Knowing that Bird of mine <br />Though flown <br />Shall in a distant tree <br />Bright melody for me <br />Return.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-have-a-bird-in-spring/
