Identifier: throughyearwithb00will (find matches)
Title: Through the year with birds and poets (poems);
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: Williams, Sarah, comp
Subjects: American poetry Birds
Publisher: Boston, Lee and Shepard
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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mbeddedIn the hemlocks outer fibre,You will see his glossy plumageDark against the snowy hillside,You will see his head thrown backward,Then with spiteful force flung forward,You will see the fresh chips flying,You will hear the tree complaining. WITH BIRDS AND POETS 287 If you crush the crust beneath you,If his glance chance to be towards you,You will see the flame crest lifted,You will see his eye flash anger,You will hear a shriek so vengeful,In your dreams will come its echo.Then the log-cock will have vanished,And the ants within the hemlockWill escape his morning drilling. Chocoruas Tenants. —Frank Bolles. THE WINTER ROBIN Now is that sad time of year,When no flower or leaf is here;When in misty southern waysOriole and jay have flown,And of all sweet birds, aloneThe Robin stays. So give thanks at Christmas-tide;Hopes of springtime yet abide !See, in spite of darksome days,Wind and rain and bitter chillSnow, and sleet-hung branches, stillThe Robin stays ! Thomas Bailey Aldrich.
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JANUARY When the leaves are shed,And the branches bare,When the snows are deep,And the flowers asleep,And the Autumn dead;And the skies are oer us bent,Gray and gloomy since she went,And the sifting snow is driftingThrough the air ; Then mid snowdrifts white,Though the trees are bare,Comes the snowbird, boldIn the Winters cold,Quick and round and bright,Light he steps across the snow,Cares he not for winds that blow,Though the sifting snow be driftingThrough the air. The Snowbird.—Dora Read Goodale. Better far, ah, yes ! than no birdIs the ever-present snowbird;Gayly tripping, dainty creature,Where the snow hides every feature;Covers fences, field, and tree,Clothes in white all things but thee :Restless, twittering, trusty snowbird,Lighter heart than thine has no bird. Snowbird. — Charles C. Abbott. 290 WITH BIRDS AND POETS 291 SNOWBIRDS Along the narrow sandy height I watch them swiftly come and go, Or round the leafless wood,Like flurries of wind-driven snow,Revolving in perpetu

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