The Robin's Dawn Song

If you haven't heard the robin's dawn song You're a poorer man than you ought to be.

Up early once, by a small factory Alongside which an elm tree was growing Vibrantly in one of its early springs With about two hundred heart-shaped leaves Green as if it had just invented them;

I heard and saw a robin in the tree Emit I'll swear in one protracted chord With not a one I could label discord, A note for every new leaf on that tree, As if each leaf issued another leaf Of spiritual stuff, metallic as well; Brilliantly shone, etched with one perfect word.