To A Redbreast (In Sickness)
Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, And at my casement sing, Though it should prove a farewell lay And this our parting spring. Though I, alas! may ne'er enjoy The promise in thy song; A charm, 'that' thought can not destroy, Doth to thy strain belong. Methinks that in my dying hour Thy song would still be dear, And with a more than earthly power My passing Spirit cheer. Then, little Bird, this boon confer, Come, and my requiem sing, Nor fail to be the harbinger Of everlasting Spring.
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"Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay,..."
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