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.