“The carol was giddily busy and incessant, but my eyes saw nothing. That bird never stops and must, it appears, sing out… — Sōseki Natsume Copy Share Image
If there comes a little thaw, Still the air is chill and raw, Here and there a patch of snow, Dirtier than… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing - The spring decoys. And as the summer nears - And… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
