The Bluebird's Wing

One day I saw the bluebird's wing Agleam upon a waving sea Of emerald-coloured timothy. We walked together--you and I-- We saw the bluebird gliding by; He came so near--the mad, wild thing-- We almost touched his sapphire wing, But ere across our path he flew He rose and vanished in the blue.

To-day I saw the bluebird's wing; I heard wood-thrushes round me sing; Wind-blown across the April sky, Great swelling cloud-sails drifted by; And on the sky-line's silver sheen White birches danced in frills of green, And all the world was mad with spring. But you were miles and miles away; The bluebird's wing was dull and gray.