My Warbler

A warbler stood singing,
On the lush of green lawn.
Expounding his sweet notes,
In the late hours of dawn.

With a pulsing in his breathing,
He trebled his throat long.
So all the world around him,
Could hear his glad song.

The gleam of...sun-shining,
Made a radiant glow.
And flowers, hued in blue,
Stood bright in their row.

A soft-lay of dew drops,
Stood dotted like gems.
And glistened in droplets,
On leaves...and on stems.

O beautiful warbler,
With your etchings of grey.
To others...your sweet note-lets,
You are giving away.


E.P. 1908 - 1989