Redbird

Bury me shallow or bury me deep, I shall awake when the redbird sings. His lively whistle will pierce my sleep A thousand and one returning springs.

Deep, down deep and out of sight, The stirless dark surrounding me, I shall follow his flashing flight Through the lanes of eternity.

When April drips from the window ledge, When South Wind fashions madrigals, Wait for me by the lilac hedge— I shall come back when the redbird calls.